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Big Hit's studio was a sanctuary for the members of BTS, a place where creativity flowed freely amidst soundproof walls and high-end equipment. That night, however, the atmosphere was different. The clock struck two in the morning, and the day's weariness had dissipated into a mixture of boredom and curiosity. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon were the only ones left, working on a track that just wouldn't come together. Namjoon was hunched over his laptop, tweaking rhythms with headphones on, while Yoongi and Hoseok lounged on the black leather sofa, sharing a phone with its screen glowing dimly.
"Hyung, this is crap. Nothing good is coming out today," Hoseok muttered, stretching his legs and letting his head fall back. His alpha scent—fresh, like rain in the jungle with a hint of citrus—intensified with frustration, filling the confined air of the studio.
Yoongi, with his usual stoic expression, nodded without taking his eyes off his phone. His scent was earthier, like smoky wood and subtle mint, a dominant yet understated alpha. "We need a break. Something to... inspire us." His voice was low, husky, with that playful undertone that only surfaced when they were alone. He tapped the screen and opened a private app, one of those underground platforms for omegaverse content. In their world, where alphas, betas, and omegas coexisted with instinctual dynamics, it wasn't unusual for them to seek "inspiration" in explicit videos. "Check this out, Hobi. Videos of omegas in heat. It might give us ideas for lyrics about repressed desire."
Hoseok leaned closer, their shoulders brushing. "Go ahead, hyung. But nothing cheap; let's find something with decent production." Yoongi navigated the "18+" section, filtering for "real omegaverse." The videos appeared with provocative thumbnails: omegas with bite marks on their necks, bodies arched in ecstasy, alphas growling as they formed knots. They chose one at random: a blond, slender, submissive omega being taken by a muscular alpha on an unmade bed.
The video began with soft moans, the omega pleading, "Alpha, please... give me your knot." The camera captured every detail: the pearly sweat on the skin, the way the omega opened up, the alpha thrusting with controlled force. "Look how it swells," Hoseok whispered, his eyes fixed on the screen. "The knot grows so slowly... the omega takes it like he was made for it." Yoongi grunted in agreement, his hand subtly adjusting himself in his pants. The scent in the room thickened, a mixture of alpha arousal that made the air feel charged, electric.
Namjoon, initially oblivious, removed his headphones when he noticed the silence broken only by the muffled sounds of the video. "What are you two watching? It sounds like…" He approached, curious, and sat on the arm of the sofa. His alpha scent was warm, like vanilla roast coffee, dominant yet approachable. He glanced at the screen and let out a nervous laugh. "Damn, hyungs. Seriously? Omegaverse porn videos in the studio?"
"Shh, don't be such a prude, Joon-ah," Yoongi replied with a lazy smile. "It's research. Look at this one: the omega is in full heat, naturally lubricated. The alpha fucks him until the knot forms and seals it inside." The video showed the climactic moment: the alpha growling, the knot visibly swelling, the omega whimpering with pleasure as he stretched to accommodate it. "Imagine feeling that… being the one giving it, seeing them surrender."
Hoseok nodded, his voice deeper. "Yeah, but look at how the omega is squeezing it. That must feel incredible for the alpha. My knot swells up fast when I'm really aroused; it hurts if I don't release it properly." Yoongi chuckled. "Mine's thicker, but it takes longer to form. Once with an omega, it stayed inside for almost an hour. The poor guy couldn't even move afterward."
Namjoon shifted uncomfortably, feeling a treacherous heat rising up his neck. As alphas, they talked about these things casually, but something about the way they described it made him imagine... things. "My knot is... normal, I guess. Big, but not so big that it hurts. Or so I've been told."
The older two continued browsing, scrolling from video to video. Omegas moaning, alphas dominating, knots forming temporary bonds of instinctive possession. Until one caught their eye: the thumbnail showed two alphas, one on top of the other, with no omega in sight. "Wait... 'Alpha Takes the Knot from His Alpha Friend'? Is that even possible?" Hoseok murmured, intrigued.
Yoongi clicked without hesitation. The video began with two muscular alphas, friends according to the description, experimenting out of "curiosity." One, the bottom, was preparing himself with plenty of lube while the top encouraged him. "Relax, bro... you're going to feel my whole knot." The camera captured the moment: the top thrusting, the knot slowly swelling, the bottom alpha moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Damn... it's huge... I don't know if I can..." the bottom said, but the top reassured him: "You can, you're strong. Take it like a good omega."
Yoongi and Hoseok were mesmerized. The way the bottom alpha opened up, his tense muscles gradually relaxing, the knot settling in with an audible pop. "Look at that," Yoongi whispered, his voice husky. "An alpha taking a knot... he looks so... vulnerable. But hot as hell."
Hoseok swallowed, adjusting himself on the couch. "Yeah... the knot looks so thick. Imagine the pressure. My knot could break someone like that." Yoongi looked at Hoseok with a raised eyebrow. "Yours is long, but mine is wider at the base. I bet it would hurt more at first, but it would feel better once it's inside."
Namjoon watched silently, his pulse racing. The video ended with the bottom alpha panting, full and tied up, the top praising him: "Good boy... you took it all like a perfect omega." The scent in the room was overwhelming now, a symphony of excited alpha pheromones.
Yoongi turned off his phone and turned to Namjoon, his dark eyes piercing. "Namjoon-ah... have you ever taken a knot?"
Namjoon blinked, surprised. His face flushed. "What? No, hyung. I'm an alpha. I'm the one who does it, not the one who takes it." His voice came out defensive, but there was a hint of curiosity beneath.
The older men exchanged a glance, a shared smile passing between them. Hoseok leaned forward, his hand resting casually on Namjoon's thigh. "Sure, but... haven't you ever been curious? Like in that video. Two alphas experimenting. It doesn't change anything; you're still an alpha. Just... exploring."
Namjoon shook his head, though his body betrayed his interest: his scent intensified, sweet and enticing. "No, hyungs. That's for omegas. We're in charge."
Yoongi chuckled softly, his hand moving up to Namjoon's shoulder and squeezing. "Come on, Joon-ah. Don't be so stiff. Imagine what it feels like: that pressure, the knot swelling inside, filling you up. You might learn something new about your body. Besides... look at us. We're your friends. You trust us, right?"
Hoseok nodded, his voice persuasive and warm. "Would you be willing to take Yoongi-hyung's knot? Just once. We'll take care of you. It would be... fun. And if you don't like it, we'll stop."
Namjoon hesitated, glancing from one to the other. The video still echoed in his mind, the moans, the vulnerability. His erection was already pressing against his pants. "No... I don't know. It sounds painful."
"At first, yes," Yoongi admitted, "but then it's amazing. Look how the alpha in the video enjoyed it. You're strong, Namjoon-ah. You can handle it." Hoseok added, "We'll prepare you well. We won't hurt you. Come on, say yes. Just out of curiosity."
The pressure of their gazes, their scents enveloping him, was too much. Namjoon sighed, defeated. "Fine... just this once. But if it hurts too much, you stop."
The hyungs smiled victoriously. Hoseok moved first, pulling Namjoon onto the sofa and positioning him on his knees, his torso leaning against the back. "Take off your pants, Joon-ah. Let us see you." Namjoon obeyed with trembling hands, exposing his pale skin, his hard, dripping erection. His scent was now more submissive.
Hoseok knelt behind him, applying lubricant to his fingers. "Relax, pretty omega," he murmured, using the playful term to break the tension. Namjoon gasped at the nickname. "I'm not an omega..." Hoseok laughed. "Tonight you are. Our perfect omega. Open your legs."
A finger slid in slowly, exploring. Namjoon tensed, but Hoseok soothed him with strokes on his back. "Good boy... so tight. Imagine you're an omega in heat, lubricated and ready." He added a second finger, scissoring to open him up. Namjoon moaned, involuntarily pushing back. "Feels weird..." Yoongi watched, his own erection evident. "Look how he's taking it, Hobi. Our Joonie's a natural at this."
A third finger. Hoseok curled his fingers, hitting Namjoon's prostate. "There... feel that? That's what the knot will press on." Namjoon whimpered, his body trembling. "Yeah... fuck... more." Hoseok primed him meticulously, adding lubricant until Namjoon was slick and open.
"Ready for me, omega?" Yoongi said, pulling off his pants. His member was thick, the base already swollen with arousal. He positioned himself behind, aligning himself. "Take a deep breath." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Namjoon gasped, feeling the massive intrusion. "Hyung... it's big..." Yoongi grunted, his hands on Namjoon's hips. "You're taking it well, Joon-ah. Like a good omega."
He began to move, deep, rhythmic thrusts. The studio filled with wet sounds, muffled moans. Yoongi sped up, feeling his knot form. "It's swelling... you'll feel it soon." Namjoon arched his back. "Hyung... it hurts... it's too much... take it out." Tears streamed down his cheeks, the knot pressing relentlessly.
Yoongi stopped partially, but didn't withdraw. "Shh, omega... you can do it. Relax. Push back. You're strong, my perfect alpha-omega." Hoseok moved closer, kissing the nape of Namjoon's neck. "Come on, Joonie. Take it all. You're so brave, so beautiful opening up for hyung." With one last push, the knot lodged completely, sealing them. Namjoon cried out, but the pain transformed into overwhelming pleasure. "I... I've got it... fuck..."
Hoseok congratulated him, stroking his hair. "Good boy, omega. You took it all. Look how full you are." Yoongi groaned, coming inside him in hot pulses, the knot throbbing. "So tight... perfect." They remained locked together, Yoongi kissing Namjoon's back. "You're amazing, Joon-ah. Our star omega."
When the knot loosened after twenty intense minutes, Namjoon thought it was over. He gasped, exhausted, semen dripping from him. But Hoseok smiled maliciously. "My turn, omega. Don't think you're getting away without tasting mine."
Namjoon protested weakly. " I can't take any more..." But the praise returned: "Yes, you can, beautiful. You're so good at this. Take Hobi-hyung's knot like the perfect omega you are." Hoseok prepared him again, quick fingers, then plunged inside with energetic thrusts. His knot was longer, hitting deep. "Feel that... it swells differently, doesn't it?" Namjoon groaned, opening up again. "Hyung... it's... ah..."
The knot formed, Namjoon complaining at first, but encouraged by Yoongi now: "Take it, omega. You're ours. So brave." He took it all, Hoseok coming with a roar, praising him endlessly. "Good omega... you did it again. You're perfect."
Finally, exhausted on the sofa, the hyungs hugged Namjoon, murmuring praise. "Our alpha-omega... so strong, so beautiful." Namjoon, fulfilled and content, just smiled. The night in the studio had changed everything, and he didn't regret it.