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Namjoon, gingerly, lets out a pleased, yet slightly unamused hum. He awkwardly runs his hands through the hair of the man below him—he lets out small yelps out of pain as he bites and rubs his nipple. He could hardly enjoy it with the way the alpha was actually hurting him. Not to mention, the scent of mint chocolate wasn’t exactly Namjoon’s favourite.
“So fucking hot,” He could tolerate just a little bit, but this was just absurd. “I’d drink your bath water,” For the 1000th time, the omega lets out a sigh.
The alpha finally moves his hands away from his nipples and down to his trousers. His hands tug teasingly, “Should I take these off?”
He lets out breathily, “P-please.” He whimpers as he tugs it off until it hangs around his trembling, smooth thighs. The alpha, San-gyu, seemed skilled with his hands. Or at least he had hope that he did. He liked the way his hands squeezed his thigh, so maybe he wasn’t all that bad.
“I’m gonna make you even wetter than you are.”
The alpha pressed his fingers against his cunt, and rubbed his fingers against his boxers. He shudders and whimpers. He wasn’t as harsh as the others; in fact, Namjoon was actually aroused. He could get past the rough nipple pinching, his weird comments and his scent because he could actually kiss, and he seemed to actually get him off.
His heart pounds, watching as San-gyu continued to rub his cunt. He slowly spreads his folds through his underwear-
“Actually,” the man backs off from Namjoon, which makes him raise his eyebrows and sit up straight. “I-I’m sorry, I just can’t do this.”
“Why? I-I was so close?” He sniffles and gulps, “Did I do something?”
He shakes his head, “No… I just… I thought this would make me gay and stuff, don’t get me wrong, I think you’re sexy as hell, but I can’t get behind this, man,”
“Pardon?” Namjoon watches in absolute confusion, and the man stands up, putting on his shirt and jacket.
“I’m really sorry, and stuff,” He takes some money out of his pocket, “I hope this covers your cab, and the hotel. I don’t know if it’s enough, but if you can’t cover it,” He hands him his business card along with the money.
“Oh.”
“Here’s my card,” He winks before leaving the room.
And leaving a bewildered Namjoon.
For a few seconds, he blinks, and finally, he sits up properly. He moves in silence; obviously, his words have hurt his feelings. Even though most of his previous dates weren’t as good, they were never rude. He pulls his green shirt down and moves to pick up his jeans from the floor.
Now he was horny, dripping with slick and pissed off. “What an asshole,”
He tidies himself up, pushing his hair back and fixes his hair. He felt used. He couldn’t help it; just as he thought he found someone interested, he got fucked over. He pouts, tears did show in his eyes, but they refused to fall. He checks the money on the table.
Shit.
He was holding ₩75,000, an amount he wasn’t even sure would cover everything.
The omega jogs down the stairs and heads to the reception. “Hi, I’d like to pay for my room,” the lady says, looking up from the table as he hands over the money. “I didn’t book it, so I’m not too sure if it’s enough.” She checks the money.
“It’s enough, sweetheart.” She clicks around and ultimately ushers him away. He bowed, then walked out and stood underneath the balcony, as it was raining. He wasn’t too sure how to get home now.
Having a few horrible sexual encounters is normal; it happens to everybody. However, having atrocious luck with almost every partner you have had to be some curse. At some point, Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder if he was the problem; none of his friends had ever had every single one of the people that they’ve slept with not make them orgasm.
To other alphas, Namjoon could see why he comes off as a little threatening—he’s either the same height as them, or he’s much taller, but he liked his height.
It was as if he were being purposely teased—his dates had been dwindling over the years; every time he felt confident, he was met with disappointment. They’d talk for long enough for the omega to determine if they were safe and get to know each other, and all of a sudden, they’re the worst kisser on the planet, or they could hardly finger him properly without doing all types of unnecessary tricks that they clearly learnt from pornos.
Unlike those people, the omega knew he could rely on his trusty dildo. He’d been using it whenever a date went wrong, and it had yet to fail him. During his most desperate times, such as his heat and those moments when he needed to let loose, his toys refused to disappoint, as they had all sorts of functions.
“A—Ah!” Pleasure caused the omega to arch his ass, his ass faced upwards, while he lay atop his pillow, drool had pooled below him. The sound of the toy vibrating and his high-pitched moans filled the room. With each vibration, Namjoon gripped onto his bed sheets for dear life. He gulps, and a shaky breath leaves his swollen lips.
The toy was much better than a sex partner he’d have. His last date had pissed him off so much that he’d given up. Again.
Fat tears had begun to well up in his eyes. With trembling fingers, he pushes the dildo ever so slightly until it eventually presses against his sweet spot. He jerks, letting out a strangled noise. His eyes widened.
After a long day at the studio, with all of those customers yelling at him, he really needed this; he was virtually jittering the moment he stepped out of the shower. He just wanted his mind to wander—he hadn’t given up on finding someone. He didn’t know what he wanted.
He writhes around in his nest and arches his back, his legs quivering while his body twitches uncontrollably—goosebumps prickled all of his skin. He was extremely close. So close to where his knees began to buckle. All that left his lips was babbling. “Shit!” Some of the parts of his nest had started to fall off.
With a sob as he climaxes. His thighs quivered, and he squeezed them together at the feeling of his pussy rhapsodically clenching around the toy. He falls slack; in a way, he attempts to catch his breath and bring himself back to reality.
The omega’s heart pounds in his ears; he could hardly hear a thing above his high, and the toy was slowly coming to a stop.
For a moment, Namjoon sits by himself after he cums. He lets the tears flow and covers his reddened face out of shame. Understandably, the man’s words had hit him weirdly. I mean, Namjoon knew his sexuality; it’s just… he hadn’t gotten in a relationship, sex aside.
When he comes back to his senses, Namjoon delicately takes the toy out and brings himself to his knees. His heart pounds wildly, it slows; his thoughts are completely all over the place, but he sighs out of relief.
Tentatively, Namjoon pulls himself out of bed, his cum and slick lewdly cling to his thighs, which makes him grimace. From his door, he could hear Bbang’s cries from the door; he huffs, “I’ll open the door for you in a second.” The cat lets out another small meow as he washes himself down.
He grimaces, “Ugh.” His milky scent was all over the place, making him open the windows in the bathroom.
He washed the dildo too, and dried it off with his designated towel.
A designated towel for a dildo felt embarrassing if he thought too much about it.
He shakes his head and wipes himself down. When he’s finished in the bathroom, he ties the towel around his waist, places the dildo in his underwear drawer and rushes to open the door for his.
He lets out a small meow and rubs herself against his foot. He coos, picking the fluffy cat up and holding her up as if she were his pup. “Ugh,” He carries his to his bed and spits out any of her curly white fur that had managed to make its way into his mouth. “You’re hairy as hell,” He giggles as she crawls off his lap.
“Hold on,” He pulls her off the bed, and pushes the little clothes from his nest off, just to strip off the bed sheets. “Can’t let you crawl all over that,”
Aside from the warm hum coming from his heater, the apartment was mostly quiet, as expected, for someone who feels so comfortable that he moans loudly. Namjoon doesn’t have any roommates or a mate, obviously. He doesn’t mind the solitude and prefers the huge space; his complex was comfortably cluttered with his paintings, music equipment, books stacked in a small corner because he had yet to buy a bookshelf, plants of different varieties, and a few cat toys here and there. It’s sweet and cosy, Namjoon liked smelling his pheromones after a hard day out. Sometimes, the scents of his dates felt too much for him.
He replaces the sheet with something else, a fuzzy, yellow SpongeBob bedsheet. He rearranges his nest again, leaving a small circle for him to sleep in before ultimately giving up on the nest and placing everything into the bathroom with a sigh.
He tugs on a clean shirt long enough to reach his mid-thighs and tugs on his briefs underneath when his phone begins to ring from his nightstand.
The only person who could be calling at this hour would be Jimin; He and Jimin had been friends since around kindgarten, and had stayed friends through thick and thin—even when Namjoon’s parents had divorced and moved to busan, when the two lost contact for several months and even when Jimin decided to move to america, not a single force in the universe could seperate them apart.
Since he lived far away, though, the two met up as much as possible—on birthdays, achievements, and whenever he was on holiday. Now, with Jimin moving back after taking a Job offer in Seoul, they’d be able to meet up more with all of their other friends.
“Hey, Jimin-ah! How’s the flight?” He cuddles up with Bbang on his bed—the cat lets out a small meow as he lies down.
“Good-” Jimin lets out a small yawn; “I can’t wait to get back and settle in again. How about you?”
“I just got into bed and Bbang is on my lap right now,” Jimin coos from the other side of the phone. Even though he was allergic, the omega loved the cat so much that he was willing to rub his face all over the cat’s body. Namjoon knew he couldn’t wait to see the cat again.
He sighs, “Lemme guess? You had another shitty date, and you were waiting for me to call you?”
“You know me so well, but I’m too tired to talk about it now. I’ll tell you in the morning.”
“Yeah, you need to recap all the shitty dates from the last three months,” He giggles, “And go into detail! I hate it when you send me an ominous ass message.”
He pushes his long, fluffy, light-brown hair out of his face, “I really don’t know where I find these people.” The omega rubs his temples and hums. “I’ve completely given up.”
“That’s what you said last time,” Jimin giggles, while he rolls his eyes and slumps down even further. The younger was right. “Maybe you should do the opposite of what you’re doing now.”
He runs his hands through his hair, “Yeah, I’ve considered that, but I really don’t wanna encounter some ungodly human being who might steal my kidneys while I sleep,” He and Jimin both giggle. “I have my ways of getting off.”
“Anyways, when are you landing? It’s pretty late, come to think of it,” He looks at the time.
“At 11 pm, so in like 30 minutes,” Namjoon nods, “I’m not alone though,”
“You brought a friend?” Jimin hums, and he scratches his head, causing the cat to move off his lap and take a nap beside him. He fumbles with her collar and takes it off, so that she can sleep better.
“Anyways, I can’t wait for you to be back, Jimin,” He lets out a small yawn.
“Monie-hyung, should I call you later?”
“I’m good to talk for a couple of minutes.” He smiles.
(✦)
Even though it was a little later in the morning and he left the curtains open, the room was still dark; rain trickled down the windows, and the lights outside appeared blurry. Like the morning before, it rained today; a sweet, humming chorus of the morning songbirds and the downpour from the rain pattering against Namjoon’s windows caused him to stir just a little bit. But, it was Bbang’s meowing which woke him up, meaning she was hungry and it was breakfast time.
For the last 5 years, this had been their little thing; she even knew when to wake him up later on his free days—like today. His eyes reluctantly fluttered open to see the cat standing on his chest. She meows again. “Good morning-” She swats his face lightly, before staring at him. “You’ve gotta stop doing that.” He mumbles before sitting up. She hops off his lap and runs to the door excitedly.
On the days when he isn’t in the studio or down at the gym, he’d lounge around in his apartment, read some books, and do nothing.
With Jimin coming, and the party Hoseok had decided to throw for him (which was meant to be a surprise at first), Namjoon’s lazy day would be interrupted—not that he minded, he just hadn’t been to a party in a while.
“Here you go, chubby,” He says, and kisses the cat’s head before setting down a simple dish of high-quality cat food. Namjoon runs his hands through his hair when the doorbell rings.
He raises an eyebrow before checking the intercom-
To see Jimin standing there. His face is purposely up close to the camera, which makes him giggle. “Jimin-ah!” He opens the door, and the younger pulls him into a tight hug. The younger omega buries his neck, and he stumbles back.
“You smell amazing, Monie-hyung,” Namjoon pats his back and squeezes him. It’d been a while since he’d taken the younger’s scent in—this time, that soapy, powdery scent was more prominent against his citrus-like scent. “You feel a little smaller, though.”
“I told you I was dieting. I’m still muscular though,” He awkwardly chuckles, and he lets go of him, “No suitcases? And where’s the thing you were bringing?” He looks behind him to see nothing.
“I’m staying with Taehyung-ah, remember?” Namjoon lets out a short ‘oh’ sound before closing the door behind him. He turns to see Jimin already stuck on the kitty. “How’s my sweet baby been doing? Oh, you’ve become chubby, haven’t you?” He rubs the kitten’s face while making a ton of kissy faces.
“Did you only come here for Bbang?”
Jimin shakes his head, “You’re asking a ton of questions so early in the morning.” Namjoon laughs and crouches next to him, “And, I did not just come here for Bbang, you’re the first person, after Yoongi, that I wanted to see.”
“Not even Taehyung?” The omega face pinkens a little, but his expression leaves Namjoon scratching his head.
“Huh,” He ruffles Jimin’s, now, honey-blonde hair. It looked amazing on him, like everything else does.
“Okay, yeah, I met him before you, but-” He pulls something from his back pocket—a small bouquet of pink, yellow, blue and white flowers, catching Namjoon off guard. He gasps, “I bought this for you to make up for it.”
“Jimin,” He takes it from him, “Oh, Jimin, this is beautiful. You’re such an angel,” He pulls the younger omega into another hug, “You’re a thousand times better than any alpha.”
“I think one of them matches your tattoo.”
“Maybe, I’ll check later or something,” He mumbles, and lets out a small yawn.
Both he and Jimin stand up, and he stretches. “Are you hungry too? I could really eat,”
“Jimin-ah, y’know I can’t cook,”
Jimin scoffs, “I think I know that, hyung.” He heads to the kitchen. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out for coffee?”
“What the hell, sure, just lemme take a shower,”
“Don’t take too long!” He turns back to him with a raised eyebrow, but the younger continues to usher him along. As if Jimin didn’t take showers that would run into next week.
“Man, I really missed this place,” He and Jimin take in the warm bakery scent of the cafe. Today, it was emptier than usual, meaning that the window booths were mostly free since the college students had taken up the mid-sections. “It’s perfect,”
Namjoon shrugs off his long, black puffer jacket and takes off his hat. “I haven’t been here in a while.”
“Because you missed me too much, and this place reminded you of me?”
“I think one of the guys I slept with works here, and he’s probably here right now,” He sulks, “And because I missed you,”
He smiles, “Well, I hope he isn’t here because I need the tiramisu and the coffee jelly.” He stands up, “I’ll order for us.”
“I’ll take a hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream, please, also a muffin,” Jimin nods and skips off, leaving Namjoon to stare at him almost aimlessly. He rests his head on his palm and scrolls through his messages to distract himself.
But he stops seeing an unknown number in his messages. It’s from today.
“Namjoon-ah?”
He freezes up, slowly turning to face the waiter. “Hi, Ji-eun,” He mumbles, embarrassed. He looks away from him.
“Why didn’t you answer my messages? Were you serious when you said you didn’t want to continue?”
“I was,” He fumbles with his fingers, “I was sure that I was clear about it, but I’m sorry if I wasn’t.” The man shakes his head somberly.
“Don’t apologise, I, uhm, I get it. I’m probably not your type anyway,” He raises his eyebrow, “I’m not really anybody’s type. I just wanted to know, was it my scent?”
“No!” A lot of his partners’ scents weren’t his favourite, but it’s still awkward, and random for him to bring that up—he swallows, “I’m sure there’s someone out there waiting for you,” He says, genuinely. “It’s just going to take a little bit of time, I mean-”
The alpha sighs again, “Thank you for your time, Namjoon-ah. I really wished we could’ve made it work out.” He walks off, leaving Namjoon confused; Jimin returns holding a piece of paper.
He looks at the waiter and at Namjoon, “Who was that?”
“The alpha I was avoiding,” He pinches his temples. “Didn’t even let me finish reassuring him… I do feel a little bad, though. I think he’s a little insecure. That’s no reason to interrupt someone, though. At least he wasn’t as bad as the last one,”
“Tell me about that one,”
“He kinda just used me? In a way, he said that he wasn’t gay or anything and just left like an asshole,” Namjoon crosses his arms and sits back into the booth, “And to think, I was so close to getting off.”
“So weird, that’s really no way to treat someone after getting them off.” Jimin shakes his head, “Do yourself a huge favour, and delete whatever shitty dating app you’re using right now-” Jimin pauses and takes his phone from the table. “Actually, just let me do it.”
“How did you find Taehyung?” He sits back and looks at Jimin.
“Certainly not on an app called Plenty of Fish,” He mumbles, “What happened to using Tinder?”
“Gave up on that one,”
“And you thought Plenty of Fish was better? The omega huffs and shakes his head. “Taehyung and I didn’t meet through an app; we met at his 26th birthday party when Seokjin decided to tell us that he had a little brother. After knowing him for all these years, I feel like I learn something new about him every day.”
“I feel like he expects us to find out everything by chance,” They giggle, “Maybe I should try parties instead of trying online.” Namjoon runs his hands through his hair.
“Yeah, I don’t know why you didn’t try mutual friends at first,” Jimin tilts his head to the side. “God, I feel a little stupid,”
“Don’t call yourself that. A lot is going on in your brain, but sometimes it feels like there’s almost nothing,” Namjoon pouts, “I think it’s nice, though, it means that I get to play ‘hyung’.” Jimin laughs, leaning forward to pinch his cheeks.
A few moments pass when their food finally arrives, and Namjoon’s stomach grumbles just by looking at Jimin’s order. “Looks good, doesn’t it?” He takes out a small amount and pushes his spoon towards Namjoon, who gladly takes it. “You’re too cute, Namjoonie-ah,”
He beams before stopping. “Wow, it does feel like you’re the hyung sometimes,” he says. He sits back. “That does take good, I should’ve ordered that,” he says, pushing his glasses up.
They sit in mostly silence, aside from the ambience of the restaurant and their individual chewing. Though Namjoon could feel Jimin’s eyes on him, they then move next to him, but he doesn’t say anything.
(♫)
Namjoon wraps himself in his bathrobe and runs his hands through his fluffy hair. After their coffee date, Jimin and Namjoon spent some time wandering around aimlessly. They even visited the new museum until lunchtime, when they stopped at the diner for food. By the time they were finished, Namjoon decided it was time to go home to get ready.
He sits on his bed, causing Bbang to bounce slightly. She lets out a noise before resuming her sleep. The omega had decided on another shower to freshen himself up.
He stands up again and opens up his closet, where the outfit he’d decided on sat: He actually had no idea what to wear, as he’d only planned for accessories—a few bracelets, including Hoseok’s friendship bracelet, a small necklace, a couple of rings and his only pair of earrings, small hoops which clung to his ears.
The omega tucks his hair behind his ear before sighing. “What can I wear then?” He checks around—before ultimately deciding to pour out his entire closet on the floor.
“Namjoonie, you’ve got clothes in your closet,” He states to himself, frustratedly. It wasn’t until he found a denim jacket with a matching pair of jeans. Underneath, he wore a plain white t-shirt and, even though it was nighttime, he wore a pair of sunglasses on his head.
He ended up giving up on the jewellery, since it didn’t look as good as he thought it was.
Once he puts it on, he packs all of the clothes back into his closet and fits the clothes, letting out a satisfied sigh as he looks at himself in the mirror.
“Oh, I gotta get going,” He tidies himself off, taking the clips out to style his hair in the bathroom.
After that, he takes his jacket from the rack and bends to kiss Bbang’s head. “I’ll be back later,” she meows before going back to her.
He takes a second to catch his breath before putting on his shoes. Seokjin’s restaurant was a little less than a 20-minute cab ride-
“Why won’t these stupid fucking shoes fit me!” Out of aggravation, he throws the shoes back and picks another pair with bigger laces that he wasn’t too bothered about tying perfectly.
Namjoon does end up arriving when he wanted to, not too early, when hardly anybody had arrived, but not too late, so he didn’t miss too much. By the time he entered the restaurant, a considerable number of people were already present.
Before he could step up to the hostess, Hoseok came through.
“Joonie-ah!” Hoseok’s voice came off much louder and practically boomed through the busy hotel-restaurant. “You should’ve asked me to come and pick you up!” He wraps his arm around his shoulder, and he smells his omegan scent. He nods to the lady before leading him elsewhere to a different floor.
“I didn’t know you were offering,” He chuckles. “To be honest, I feel like I would’ve gotten lost.” He looks around in the elevator, “I keep forgetting you’re stupid rich.”
Hoseok waves his hand, “I had to go out for Jiminie and- oh!” The bell rings, and the doors open. Immediately, it’s clear that this is more than a ‘small casual party.’ There were large groups of people scattered across the environment, the lights were off, and the view of the city became prominent. It was no small area either. He hangs up his coat with the others.
“There’s someone from your past who I know you’ve been missing!”
Namjoon scoffs, “If it’s that guy you set me up with months ago, I’m gonna strangle you.”
The older omega chuckles, “You wouldn’t do that! You love me too much,” He pats his lower back. Now he was sure that they were approaching Jimin—he could pick him out from the crowd because of his hair and his scent, but he stood next to someone unfamiliar.
Whose scent felt really familiar.
“Jimin-ah!” When he and the other person turn around, Namjoon lets out a small gasp. “Joonie-ah, don’t you know Jeongguk-ah?”
Namjoon did remember Jeongguk.
He remembered when he was a shorter, wide-eyed, shy teenager who’d bury himself in comic books and rock music. He remembered his ridiculous swooped haircut, his dark eyeliner and his hot-topic clothes. He remembered him playing with his fingers and shuffling with his feet awkwardly. He remembered how his eyes would sparkle anytime somebody would talk to him, like he was always curious.
He and Jeongguk weren’t the closest, but they were a part of the same friend group; they mostly spent time working on music, sometimes alone.
He always thought he was the cutest boy ever.
But, if you were to ask him that he’d turn into an absolute tank of a human, all those years back, Namjoon would’ve laughed. He’d gained a hell of a lot more muscle. It’d be stupid not to acknowledge it. He looked much bigger than he was.
Jeongguk was now much taller—he and Namjoon were almost standing at the same height, with the omega still having a little bit of height on him. He hadn’t lost his teenage features; it just seemed like they had matured: his eyes were sharp, to the point Namjoon felt intimidated. They were undeniably striking. His face seemed more square, but for some reason, rounded, with his jawline looking more chiselled, like you could hook your mouth onto it. But his most noticeable feature, the one which popped out, was his nose. It remained the same, bulbous and rounded.
Maybe it was the lightning in the restaurant, or something else, but Jeongguk’s skin was glowing. It looked smooth; his fingers were itching to reach out and touch him. He looked angelic, beautiful. Namjoon was at a loss for words.
In addition to his developed features, his face and ears were littered with piercings. Multiple sat along his ears, he bore a few on his eyebrows, but the most, conveniently, sat on his lips; two in the corner, and one sat beneath his lip. If he could remember correctly, there was a small mole. He wouldn’t mind spending a couple of more minutes, or even hours, staring at his lips in an attempt to find it.
But he tears his hand away from it to look down at his held-out hand, where a few hand tattoos had bloomed, yet it looked as if he had an entire sleeve underneath his leather jacket. Jesus.
“Huh,” He mumbles after an awkward moment of silence.
The alpha’s eyes light up when he finally shakes his hand. Maybe he hadn’t changed at all. “Gosh, it’s been so long, Rapmon-hyung.” His voice sounds much deeper—he wasn’t stupid, he sounded mesmerising.
“It’s been almost too long,” He awkwardly chuckles. He hadn’t forgotten about Jeongguk completely.
“Eight years or so too long,” He mutters.
“You guys haven’t seen each other in that long?” Hoseok almost yells, tilting his head towards Jeongguk.
“We just never saw each other, I-I just got his number from Jimin today!”
“You never told me you guys weren’t talking-”
Hoseok pats his arm, “That means Namjoon doesn’t know.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side; “Don’t know what?”
“Jeongguk’s a Grammy-winning Artist! Just like you,” Jeongguk’s ears turn red, and he lets out a shy giggle.
“What?” To be fair, Namjoon hadn’t watched the Grammys after his own win (and after Beyonce lost Album of the Year), but Namjoon hadn’t known another Korean musician had won. He didn’t realise it was Jeongguk.
He felt a little out of the loop.
“That—That’s amazing.” He chuckles. “I’m really proud of you,”
“I guess we’ve both been busy then.” Namjoon nods along, still a little bewildered by his looks.
“Yeah, but it does happen,” He scratches the back of his neck. “It’s fine,”
“I wouldn’t mind catching up, though.”
Jimin and Hoseok shrug, “Don’t be late for the drinks and stuff!”
“Wanna head to the bar?” He slowly nods before following the younger through the small crowd. The bar was a little quieter than the general area; hardly anybody was sitting around.
Jeongguk fans himself before taking off his jacket.
He was right. He had a sleeve of tattoos, and he stared unapologetically; he must’ve purposely chosen a short-sleeved top because Namjoon could see everything. It moved from his knuckles, up to his shoulder, and just a little further up where it swirled and presumably turned into a tattoo or something like that.
“Rapmon-hyung,” Namjoon tears his eyes away, “Do you want a drink? I’ll pay.” Though he wanted to protest, he ended up ordering the same thing Jeongguk had.
“Thanks,” He says, and watches as the bartender skillfully puts together two drinks for them, and they come back faster than expected.
He takes a sip and hums, “So, how has it been?”
Jeongguk lets out a sigh, “To be honest, it’s been amazing; My career’s doing well, I’m happy, and I feel pretty cool. I really like doing music, and stuff”
He tucks some loose strands behind his ears. “I’m glad you found your passion,” The omega takes another sip of the drink, enough to leave just a little more in the glass. “You’ve really changed, Jeongguk-ah,” The alpha turns to him. “It’s just weird seeing you after so long. You’re almost unrecognisable.”
Jeongguk lets out a small laugh, “It’s kinda crazy that we didn’t keep in contact even though we were five people away from each other,” He swirls his drink around. “Probably should’ve asked a little earlier,”
“It’s not like I haven’t thought about you at all,” Namjoon fumbles with his bracelet, “I-I just didn’t expect you to look so… different,”
“I mean, you’ve changed a lot, too, hyung.”
“How so?”
“You got taller, and you look different.” When the alpha pushes his long hair out of his face, only then does he notice his painted nails.
“Still can’t drive though,”
“Danm!” Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he holds back an obvious giggle, “Still?”
The omega is the first to laugh, “Yup. Gave up after a while,”
“It doesn’t matter, I mean, you’re still really cool.”
“I wasn’t cool before?” He teases, noticing how Jeongguk’s ears turned slightly red.
Jeongguk shakes his head, “Hyung, I didn’t mean it like that!” He giggles, “I just think you’re still the coolest person alive.”
His cheeks redden, “Well, thank you, Jeongguk-ah.” He smiles, his dimples pop out as he does, “I think you’re really cool too, I mean, just look at all of those tattoos and piercings.” Jeongguk blushes and covers his face. “You’re still cute though,”
“Really?”
“Of course,”
The two ordered a few more alcoholic drinks, and as they did, they started to become more comfortable. Well, Namjoon knew he was for sure. He just needed to loosen up a little bit. Jeongguk is still as much of a joy to hang around with as he was before; the omega easily relaxed around him with hardly any hesitation.
They ended up moving away from the bar and heading towards the ledge near it, each with a glass of champagne. Behind them, people danced upon each other, since the music had gotten much closer. It felt more like a club than a section in a restaurant. Jeongguk couldn’t seem to sit down at all; he couldn’t help but watch endearingly as the younger alpha danced and twirled around.
He was impressive at it, too, which was already a known fact. It just seemed like he’d gotten better, preceding when Namjoon had last seen him-
“Oh, shit!” Jeongguk blurts out as he trips over his own feet. Without a second thought, Namjoon lets out a small cackle, the younger following suit after a while.
He sits beside him, holding his stomach and says something, but Namjoon doesn’t hear him over the loud music. “What?” He gives his giggles a moment to calm down before the younger leans forward, his warm lips pressing against the outer shell of his ear.
“It’s pretty loud in here. Do you wanna step outside?” His voice sounded deeper, as if he was trying to seduce him, which made him gulp.
He hums and nods, causing Jeongguk to smile and back away from his ear.
They hardly bother to check on their friends; instead, they move through the crowd. The only way they could keep close to each other was when Namjoon decided to rest his hand on his shoulder. In his defence, he wasn’t wearing his glasses and couldn’t follow his scent due to the sheer number of people, but Jeongguk hadn’t minded; instead, he returned the gesture; his hand rested on Namjoon’s lower back, which made him shiver.
The two of them let out a breath of fresh air when they finally reached the balcony, far away from the others.
It was a cold night. Cold enough for Namjoon to shiver and curse himself for leaving his coat inside. His breath billowed from his lips as they walked further and further down the balcony. “I’m guessing you’ve been here before,” Jeongguk nods and shows him a small seating area. Despite that, they choose to stand.
“One of my other hyungs threw a listening party for one of my songs a little while ago,” He twirls his hair in between his fingers, his cheeks and ears had pinkened from both the cold and the alcohol earlier. “I came out here because it’s too loud.”
After some uncertainty, Namjoon finally let go of him—his hand dragged down his back until moving off him completely. “Still don’t like loud music, right?” Jeongguk nods. Aren’t you going to put your jacket on? It’s freezing,”
“To be honest, that party was really warm,” Jeongguk fans himself a little before wiping his sweaty pants against his jeans, “I could really use the cold if anything,” He keeps his jacket over his muscular arm. “Why’d you come out with sunglasses on?”
“I wanted to accessorise.” Seeing that Jeongguk looked like he wanted to take it off his hair, Namjoon ends up stepping a little closer and motioning towards him, taking it off.
Out of the alphas Namjoon had been near, excluding his other friends, the omega felt inclined to compliment it. It’s sweet, soapy and filled with freshness, somewhat mixed with chamomile and ylang-ylang. It also had sillage, lingering much longer than he expected.
But, as he was about to say something, he noticed how zoned out Jeongguk looked.
Instead of saying anything, like he should, he pats the top of his head like a button, and that seemed to snap him out of it. “Why’d you do that?” He pouts and touches the top of his head.
Namjoon shrugs, “I guess it’s because your hair makes you look like a bell.” The two of them share another laugh before looking into the distance.
“It looks late,” he says, before checking his phone. “Shit, it is late. I’ve gotta get home,” He mumbles to himself.
Jeongguk moves forward, simultaneously leaning on the railing, “Do you want me to drive you home? I can’t stay for too long either.” Briefly, he stops and shifts on his feet awkwardly. For one, Jeongguk’s scent was particularly intoxicating-
“Hold on, you’re not drunk or anything?” Jeongguk shakes his head.
“Sure then, I don’t mind it, Jeongguk-ah,” Jeongguk smiles, and they head back inside for Namjoon’s jacket and to put their glasses down. However, he does stop to talk to someone—a man who looked much older and slightly bigger than both of them.
Obviously, his bodyguard. The man follows after Jeongguk, who happily skips over to him, “Thank you, Jeongguk-ah.” Suddenly, with the huge alpha standing behind them, the elevator felt a lot more crowded than it would’ve been if it were just the two of them.
“No worries, hyung!” He runs his hands through his black hair, “I was getting tired anyway.”
“I forgot to ask, but why are you back in Korea?”
Jeongguk shifts on his feet a little, “Just for promotions and stuff.”
“So, you live in America now?” He shakes his head, “Oh,” That annoying elevator bell almost cut Namjoon off again.
Rather than the entrance Namjoon had come through, the bodyguard had led them to a different route. More secluded, which made Namjoon just a little sceptical, until they stopped at two cars.
Jeongguk opened the door to the first and sleeker one, leaving the omega a slightly blushing mess as he placed his hand against the roof so he wouldn’t bump his head against the curve. If anything, that made him slick up even more. He restrains himself from hitting himself and lets out a huff.
All he could do was hope that the alpha wouldn’t be able to smell his subtle peach scent.
Through the window, he watches as Jeongguk and the bodyguard converse, concluding with Jeongguk bowing and the man retreating upstairs through a different entrance.
“Who was that?” He asks as he enters the driver’s seat.
“That’s my bodyguard, Mr Lee,” He exclaims, fondness dripping in his voice. “We started working together more recently, and he’s amazing, Namjoon-hyung!” Jeongguk beams before starting up the car.
The drive was slow, with a comfortable ride; the downpour of rain gushed against Jeongguk’s Mercedes. Namjoon spent most of his time with his head leaned against the window, and his hands between his thighs for purposes other than keeping them warm. Was he a little zoned out?
Yeah.
Being alone with Jeongguk, in his car, where his scent was the most prominent, was sending both him and his omega crazy. He gulps and turns his head away, “Is this it, Rapmon-hyung?” He hums while Jeongguk pulls into the parking lot.
The alpha comes to a stop before stepping out, “You’re not gonna park properly?”
He furrows his eyebrows. “This is how I park,” he says, looking out of the car. “Hyung, you can’t judge me, you don’t even have a driver’s license.”
He playfully pushes his shoulder, “I’m just so used to Seokjin taking his time to park properly.” He steps out of the car.
“Well, unlike Jin-hyung, it doesn't take me a thousand tries,” He smiles proudly, before stopping.
“Is it okay if I come in and use your toilet?”
He smiles back, “Not at all.” He leads Jeongguk into his fairly big complex; he presses the 25th floor and stands back, close to Jeongguk. “Just don’t blow up my toilet,”
Jeongguk lets out a small smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t.” Namjoon stands back as the door closes. He was glad that the elevator ride was much quicker than the last one. Namjoon couldn’t wait to get back into his space to shower and remove the slick from his underwear.
“You smell nice, hyung,” Namjoon looks up from the floor to stare at the younger with a somewhat confused look. “Like really nice,”
“Ah, t-thank you,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck when the door finally opens. He quickly takes the lead and brings Jeongguk back to his apartment complex.
The idea of Jeonguk knowing about his clear arousal made him tremble. He quickly punches in his code and opens the door. “Sorry about the pile of shoes,” Jeongguk just steps over them and takes off his own shoes.
“It’s fine,”
“Uhm, t-the bathroom’s on the right,” Jeongguk gives him a small thumbs up before jogging over.
He huffs, leaning against the wall and rubbing his temples, his ears, and cheeks had reddened, and all he could do was cover his face in embarrassment. He looked undeniably handsome. He wasn’t exactly an ugly kid, but he was a sexy man. Namjoon’s omega howls just at the slightest gesture.
He drags his hands across his face before turning to take his jacket off and his shoes.
“Nice bathroom,”
He yelps and stumbles backwards when Jeongguk appears behind him. “Shit! You scared me!” He holds his chest and lets out a small sigh.
He giggles, “You were distracted, and the opportunity was too good!” He puts his shoes back on, while Namjoon watches. He squeezes his thighs together and leans on the wall.
“Namjoon-hyung,” He hums and moves closer to him. “Thank you.” He holds out his arms for a hug, and namjoon reluctantly embraces him.
The alpha felt warm; his scent was even more appealing up close. Namjoon felt himself getting lost in it. He rubs his ear against his, almost forgetting the fact that his ears were sensitive. A small whimper, nearly inaudible, left his plump lips.
He doesn’t let go, but he does back away, and for a second, he stops to look at him. “Hyung, you can let go now.” Awkwardly, he lets out a small chuckle and reluctantly lets go of him.
He watches as the alpha slowly walks away from him.
Without a second thought, he pulls Jeongguk’s hand back. When their bodies touch-
He kisses him, holding his face as he does; clearly, they’re both taken aback at the sudden action.
Namjoon would’ve never thought that he would be the one to kiss him first. He wasn’t stupid—he was very aware of Jeongguk’s ‘admiration’ towards him when they were much younger, but, seeing as they hadn’t seen each other in so long, he was hoping that Jeongguk still thought about it.
He could feel him hesistantly rest his hands on his waist. Naturally, Namjoon takes the lead; he doesn’t overpower him, but tilts his head to the side. With every movement, he could feel his lip piercings lightly clash against his face.
The omega leaned into Jeongguk more and more; his cheeks had flushed as he sought his comfort, but once he rubbed his thighs together, looking for friction, he stopped.
He was doing all of this on Jeongguk.
Namjoon backs off, embarrassed by both his actions and his peachy scent that saturates the air. “Shit, Jeongguk, I–” His attempt to entirely pull away falls futilely as he pulls him back into another kiss, this time, he’s rougher.
Passion seems more evident; The omega squeals as he flips their bodies over. Now, he was pressed against the door, with his arms wrapped around Jeongguk’s neck while the younger hoisted him up by his thighs. This time, the alpha takes the lead, skillfully swirling his tongue around his while his hands move to cup his ass.
The alpha so easily picks him up, he’d be stupid not to get wet. He felt much stronger than Namjoon had even anticipated.
The omega moans as Jeongguk hums him; Slick forms a wetter patch in his cotton panties as he could feel the alpha’s hard, unmistakable bulge growing in his jeans. He felt huge; the thought of him made him hot.
He holds on to him as small, pathetic whimpers leave his lips. He found it really hard to resist, so he doesn’t. He lets loose. Jeongguk seemed to be the more experienced of the two.
He shudders as he bites his lips, their teeth clashing against each other until they are both breathless. Namjoon’s cheeks had flushed, his lips red and wet with saliva.
They look at each other—a string of saliva connects both of their reddened lips. Jeongguk, licking his lips, disconnects them.
Namjoon narrows his eyes, “Are you gonna fuck me or keep looking at me like that?” The alpha looks, once again, taken aback, but he soon smirks, connecting his lips back with Namjoon and, simultaneously, carrying him to the couch.
“Was waiting for you to say that,” Namjoon falls back on the couch, with Jeongguk sitting between his legs. For once, Namjoon felt giddy. His breathing moved irregularly due to the kiss and the brewing anticipation of what Jeongguk was about to do next.
He kisses Namjoon’s jaw, down to what he could get of his bared neck. “Not—Not to many marks, J-Jeongguk-ah,” He curses as the alpha bites down.
The younger lets out a chuckle, backing up to reveal a particularly big, purple hickey on Namjoon’s neck, “Can’t hold back, hyung. I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since I left.”
“Oh, yeah?” Namjoon whimpers as he kisses downwards, and gets annoyed at the fabric breaking his marking streak. “How? How did you think of me?” Jeongguk essentially covered his body; his shoulders had gotten wider.
“Wanted to touch you one day, kiss your body all over, leave marks and be inside of you.” He tugs his shirt off and takes a second to admire Namjoon’s body. The omega slicks upon seeing him scan his body: His moles, his chest, more specifically, his erect nipples, the way his jewellery sat on his deep collarbones, until his eyes eventually land on his tattoo, but he doesn’t say anything, instead, going back to leaving marks.
“Hyung, you don’t even know how much I want you. I wanna eat you out, I wanna mark your thighs. I wanna fuck you hard until you cum so hard you forget your name.” He says sloppily as he leaves a small peck near the flower, which makes him giggle.
He wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist and lifts Jeongguk’s head with a fist full of his soft, black hair, where he notes how drunkly Jeongguk looked at him. He holds his face with his other hand. He gulps and lets go of his hair, gently dragging his hands down Jeongguk’s face until his hand rests on his shoulder. “I’ll fuck you so good, I’ll do so much better than those other alphas,”
“What?” Namjoon sits up, “Where—where did you hear that from?”
Jeongguk lets out a lopsided smirk, “Heard you and Jimin-hyung on the phone.” The omega gasps and curses Jimin-
Just a little bit.
“Said you’re having bad luck with alphas and stuff,” The omega bites his lip as the alpha moves backwards, yanking Namjoon’s trousers off in one go, making him squeak. “I can show you a good time, Namjoon-ah,” The alpha chuckles and changes their position: Namjoon sits up on the couch, his thighs on either side of Jeongguk’s head, while he rubs his thick nose against his cunt and kneels on the floor.
He hums, “I’ll be the judge of that.” The omega runs his hands through the alpha’s locks; Jeongguk noses his firm thighs. Namjoon could feel him leave so many hickies and love bites on both of his thighs. He licks his thighs, moving until he reaches his pussy.
The omega throws his head back, his body trembling when Jeongguk’s tongue drags along his pussy, before he tears it apart, leaving a large hole in the middle. Namjoon gasps, and more slick gushes from his glistening pussy; in his mind, he praises himself for at least shaving a couple of days before.
“S-Shit,” Namjoon swallows as the cold air finally makes contact with it. “Wasn’t—Wasn’t that t-too much, Jeongguk-ah? Did you have to-”
He bites back a moan as the younger hungrily dives in; the lewd sounds of him licking his smooth folds made him throw his head back once again. He hisses as he laps his slick up. “Fuck, yeah,” He squeezes the grip on his head and squeezes his thighs—his cold, metal ear piercings press against them.
With his thumb, he spreads Namjoon’s legs a little wider and uses his free finger to tease his clit, “D-Doing so good, J-Jeongguk-ah.” He pulls away, pressing his lips against his clit while teasing Namjoon’s hole with his fingers. “Jeongguk-ah, please- fuck!” Namjoon quivers.
He swirls his tongue around the nub, his teeth grazing against his swollen cunt. He easily lurches, refraining from looking at Jeongguk. Tears began to roll down his rosy cheeks as he moaned like a bitch in heat. “R-Right-” He gulps, his words getting caught in his throat, but the alpha (thankfully) doesn’t stop.
He continues to lick and suck on his clit while fucking a finger into his cunt. Soon, his mouth goes to join them, tongue penetrating him again. “Right the—there, Jeongguk-ah,” He hisses.
For that, he couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that Jeongguk must’ve gotten his experience from somewhere else. Actually, he’d be surprised if people weren’t chomping at the bit just to get a look at him.
He grabs a handful of his hair, lifting his head from his clit. “Come on, Jeongguk-ah, I—I can take more,” Slick, from his previous activities, dripped from his lips, but he hadn’t bothered to lick it up yet. “Don’t treat me like I’m sensitive.” Purposely, the alpha sucks harder, flickering his tongue and toying with his clit.
He delivers a harsh slap on his thigh. That, paired with his timed finger thrusts, the omega was bound to be sent over the edge.
He babbles; his thighs were beginning to stiffen up when Jeongguk adds a third. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jeongguk’s scent was making everything better; he felt as if he was being scented into a state of pure euphoria. His heart began to pound uncontrollably.
Is this what good sex feels like?
“Got the prettiest pussy ever, hyung,” Jeongguk laps his slick up, letting out small whimpers as it’d simply tasted too good. “So good,” He chants to himself.
Namjoon felt extremely light-headed. He held Jeongguk’s head down and thrust his hips into his mouth. “S-Shit! R-Right there, Jeon—Jeongguk-ah!” The omega’s hole begins to flutter, “S-So close… A-Alpha, I’m so—so close,” He whimpers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Jeongguk’s tongue delivers the last blow, his fingers finally hitting that special spot, causing the omega to yell out the alpha’s name in a broken sob. He released thick globs of his sweet, peach-scented cum into the alpha’s mouth. He falls lax, his body twitching helplessly from the overstimulation. Jeongguk sucks and laps up. Every. Single. Last. Drop of it.
Soon. Jeongguk lifts his head from sweaty thighs, still keeping them sat on his shoulders. He caresses his legs, “You taste amazing.” He finally licks his lips; Namjoon runs his hands through his hair.
His legs fall as the alpha hovers over a dazed Namjoon with his thumb, and he rubs his lips before pressing them together. For the first time, he tastes himself against the peaches, with a subtle, creamy hint.
The omega hums, “Those alphas have been missing out.”
“Gonna be the first person to fuck me, alpha?” The alpha presses himself against Namjoon. “Want your cock inside of me,”
Jeongguk twitches, and his eyes glow for just a moment.
The alpha shrugs off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. The omega gasps and freezes up at the sight of him.
Jeongguk is fucking huge. He’s muscular as hell; he couldn’t help but stretch out his hand to touch a distinct, bulging vein on his arm. What the hell were they even feeding him? The omega no longer cared about decorum; he’s completely lost it. His body looked like the Gods had crafted it; he’d be stupid not to slick up again.
His tattoos. Jesus. Seeing the tattoo swirl into his chest made Namjoon’s omega howl again, letting out an almost deafening sound.
However, what made him stop entirely was him pulling his boxers down, revealing his huge, aching cock. The tip, red and leaking with precum.
Once again, he gulps… he knew he felt big, but was he always that big?
“Like what you see, omega?”
Namjoon takes a second to look at him before nodding with a smirk on his face: “Can’t wait to be inside you.” Lust buzzes through his veins as he takes his cock into his hand. His fingers run over specific veins. “I need this,”
He pumps his cock, “Me neither.” He runs his thumb over the slit of his cock, making Jeongguk groan. “You—You deserve it, baby,” He says, kissing Jeongguk’s nose, slowly moving his hand further to the base of Jeongguk’s cock, where his knot sat. “You’re doing so good for me, alpha.”
He licks his lip like a pervert. He feels extremely giddy as he aligns his cock to his quivering cunt. He doesn’t push forward; instead, he strokes his cock against his folds.
Namjoon lets out a broken whine, “C-Come on, don’t tease me,”
His cock catches on, before he finally buries himself into Namjoon. The slide was slow and easy due to Jeongguk’s saliva and his self-lubrication. The omega wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck again, hiding his face in his scent glands, which makes the alpha shudder.
“Fuck… y-yeah, that’s it, Jeongguk-ah,” He adjusts to the burning stretch. The alpha had bottomed out. “F-Feels so good. You’re so fucking big.”
Jeongguk agreed. He was fully ready to rend heaven and earth if he wasn’t inside Namjoon for a second more. Every sound that the omega let out, plus the way his cunt squeezed around his cock, he couldn’t help but kiss him.
“Taking me so well, omega,” He whispers drunkenly against his lips. Jeongguk swats his hands away from wrapping them around his shoulders. “I wanna see you, don’t hide,” he says. He holds his hips and draws them back; the omega hisses at the action.
Namjoon nods, ditzy from Jeongguk’s soapy, calming scent in the air. “I’m gonna be the best alpha that’s fucked you. Ever.” Before Namjoon could say anything, he slammed his cock back into him with one hard thrust. “Gonna make sure no one makes you cum as much as I do,” Hegrowlss in his ear.
“S-Show me then, I’m not letting you off just because you can eat me out good. There’s been p-plenty of alphas who’ve done the same.”
Though not knowing much about the mature Jeongguk, he did know that Jeongguk was always a competitive soul—he was guessing that part of him hadn’t really changed.
And he was right.
Jeongguk pulls out, fully this time, and pushes Namjoon onto his side; the omega squirms as he shoves his cock back into him. However, he still feels happy that his provocation had worked.
He begins to thrust, building up a rhythm like he was an alpha deep in rut.
Namjoon’s face contorts, while Jeongguk refuses to slow down. The sound of skin slapping against skin, his balls slapping against Namjoon’s body, and the messy, slick-soaked couch squeaking with every movement filled the apartment. Namjoon could hardly tear his eyes away from Jeongguk as he fucked him.
He’d never seen Jeongguk in this light.
“Take it, omega,” Jeongguk mutters, slapping Namjoon’s inner thigh hard enough for the omega to jerk. “Take my fucking cock. All of it.” He grits and does it again.
Namjoon sinks into his spacious couch and writhes around; all that was left on his plump lips was mindless bodies as slick began to drip onto the sofa. “G-Gonna fill you with my warm c-cum.” The alpha pants and shudders as his cock twitched inside him. “You want that? You want my cum?”
“Fuck, yeah,”
Jeongguk slaps his cunt, making him jolt. “You liked that?” Namjoon nods frantically, and he delivers again.
“F-Fuck! G-Gimmie your knot,” Namjoon stutters with every punch of Jeongguk’s cock; he could feel the alpha so deep inside him that a bulge had formed in his lower stomach. “Just knot me, alpha!” He makes a strangled noise and inhales.
Once again, the omega’s legs lock up, making him panic and want to sit up.
Seeing this, Jeongguk decided to push him just a little further; He rubs his puffy clit with the pad of his thumb, small, harsh circles cause Namjoon’s pussy to clench sporadically around his cock. “Is this what you—you want, hyung?”
His eyes were teary and puffy from the stimulation, and Namjoon’s hips spasm uncontrollably until he comes, back arched from the rush, while he screams Jeongguk’s name again. He shudders as the waves of pleasure flow over him; his stomach forms a weird, hot knot, which makes his eyes roll back. His brain short-circuits for a moment, his body twitches and tingles.
For Jeongguk, the base of his cock had begun to fatten at the feeling of Namjoon’s warm cum covering his cock. He pants, his cock pulsates inside his pussy. The feeling was insatiable.
The alpha lasts a few more sloppy thrusts before his knot locks up, and his hot cum fills him up. Jeongguk buries his face into Namjoon’s shoulder, panting and puffing while Namjoon comes back down from riding his high.
Their sweaty bodies lay upon each other. Namjoon spends a few moments, holding onto Jeongguk’s hair, eyes wide and pupils shaking. The omega felt light, like he had an out-of-body experience. He could feel the alpha’s heart pound against his chest. He was lost in the rhapsodic feeling; he’d subconsciously begun to purr.
They sit in silence, with Namjoon’s low, kitten-like purring, until Jeongguk’s knot loosens. The alpha pulls out, done with his own climax. For just a second, he could see the alpha hesitate to pull his knot, which stayed safely lodged inside of his flushed pussy, but Namjoon pats his back. “Are you okay, Namjoon-ah?” The younger looked drunk with bliss. “Not hurt or anything?” His voice sounds deep,
Jeongguk caresses his face. He looks at him, puppy eyes filled with concern, “No—No,”
“Did I do good, Namjoon-hyung? Better than the other alphas,”
“You did amazing, Jeongguk-ah,” Namjoon rubs his hands across Jeongguk’s body, from his firm biceps to his pectorals and down to his noticeable abs. “So much better than the other alphas,” He cups his face with one hand.
The actions felt too intimate, especially after their spine-tingling sex; he really couldn’t help it.
“Good,” Jeongguk pulls him closer to him, and lifts him. He yelps, wrapping his long legs around the alpha’s hips while holding onto his shoulder.
“I’m not done with you.”
Namjoon pushes his hair from his forehead, his long legs dangling as they walk. “M’not done either.” The alpha finally enters his room—he could see the look of surprise at the small nest on his bed, but he continues.
“Can… Can I-”
“Jeongguk, you don’t even have to ask.” The alpha shyly entered his nest, Namjoon still on his lap, “Such a good alpha,” He could feel Jeongguk twitch underneath him, cock still hard.
The younger man melts at his words and buries his head into Namjoon’s shoulder. The omega combs his hands through his hair, and as he does, he can feel Jeongguk lift his hips. His hand pumps Jeongguk’s cock again, lining the tip back with his hole, and the alpha groans, but stops. “W-Wait,” Namjoon tilts his head, “What about condoms?”
He raises his eyebrows, “What about them?”
“W-Well, do you wanna use them?”
“If I wanted them, I would’ve asked a long time ago,” He eventually sinks onto his cock. The alpha’s eyes widen, “Wanna feel your cock,” Their bodies feel warmer when they are against each other. Namjoon couldn’t help but close his eyes and take everything in.
The older gasps as he adjusts to his size again, a flurry of curses leaves the alpha’s pierced lips as he clenches around him again; he bites his shoulder again, making him yelp. It wasn’t enough to break skin, like an actual mating mark, but it sure as hell felt like one.
Jeongguk moves his hips for him—he hardly gives him enough time even to breathe before he’s hungrily thrusting into Namjoon’s cunt; Jeongguk throws his head back. “Gonna—Gonna make you cum again,”
Namjoon moves his hips with him, his hands trail down Jeongguk’s brawny back; his breath hitches for a moment when he feels a small bulge form in his stomach, “Feel that?” Jeongguk pants.
“C-Course’ I can,” He shuts his eyes tight, biting his lips as his body trembles from an overwhelming wave. His ears brush against Jeongguk’s face, making him shiver. He pushes Jeongguk down onto the bed. He swallows, looking up at him as he rides him.
Namjoon mewled, “Gonna breed you.” His pace increased, his cock pistoning inside Namjoon and rubbing against his lower stomach. “Gonna breed you so… so good,”
“Y-Yeah, do–do it alpha,” He rubs his hands along his body, his body shaking with every thrust. Every sound he made came off lewd and filthy, sounds that would only be heard from hardcore porn. Jeongguk’s eyes were filled with tears, presumably from the pleasure, until he eventually came first.
His hips jerk into him as he fills him up with his warm, hot cum once again.
The omega shakes, holding onto Jeongguk like his life depends on it, but he continues, “N-Na- Shit!” The younger squeezes his hips, his nails digging into his hips, in the same way he did to his back. He knew he’d leave a couple of light marks.
Just like the first time, the omega comes; his body stuttering with hot flushes. His eyes and holes fluttered rhymetically,
Jeongguk holds a singular finger up, a little weakly, “A-Another round? Please?”
He thought it’d be a one-and-done thing; someone can only last for so long. Right?
But once again, he was wrong. In fact, he’d never been so wrong in his life. Jeongguk’s stamina was completely unmatched, and it was definitely not because he was an alpha. He must be something entirely out of this world.
But Namjoon couldn’t help himself; it wasn’t just his scent, it wasn’t just his pheromones, it was Jeongguk in general. Any time he’d touched him, he’d tingle and bite his lip-
Even though he hadn’t thought about it too much, he hated the thought of him fucking with someone else. His scent subtly soured at the thought of it; he had no right to feel jealous. If anything, he felt grateful, too.
Namjoon writhed around if he was in heat. He’d lost count of how many times he’d cum.
“F-Fuck!” The omega’s lips were bleeding from all the biting, his face was buried in his pillow, and his back arched, ass purposely pushed out just for Jeongguk. The alpha had his hands pinned above his head. He could hardly think with Jeongguk’s harsh thrusting, “God, so fuck—fucking tight.”
Jeongguk delivers a harsh slap—by now, Namjoon’s ass was covered in red bruises, and Jeongguk-sized hand prints. He hadn’t even had the courtesy to fully take off Namjoon’s, now useless, ripped panties; instead, he left them around his ankles.
In all fairness, they were both getting off to this; namjoon just a little more than he was. However, it’s no fun not seeing Jeongguk, but whenever he lifts his head, Jeongguk pushes his head down.
He wiggles his ass for him. “You’re so good, omega,” He delivers another harsh slap. Instead of aiming for his ass, he slaps his upper thigh. “You’ve got the best pussy ever,”
Finally, the alpha decides that Namjoon was finally worthy of lifting his head. He grabs his chin, making him look at him. “Tell me I’m better than all of those alphas.”
Namjoon willfully fills his ego: “Y-You are!” Saliva dribbles down his lips, “S-So much better- shit!” Namjoon gulps, “B-Better than—than those other alphas!” He looks up at him, eyes dilated and watery.
“H-Harder!” He sobs. “Fuck me harder!”
The mixture of their respective pheromones had sent them both into a headspace. The alpha didn’t mind it. Namjoon’s scent was already driving him crazy. He was begging to drown in it, and he’d gotten his wish. It was even better being in his little nest, with all his clothes spread out in a small circle. He couldn’t help but coo.
An aninmalistic growl leaves the alpha’s lips, he bites down onto Namjoon’s shoulder and the omega squeals. "All mine,” He whimpers, “Your pussy’s all mine.” He kisses along his back, licking along the marks that he’s already left.
“I-It’s yours! All yours,”
He backs up, looking at his masterpiece. He smirks, his hand lightly massages Namjoon’s ear, which causes the omega to straighten up and tremble, he thrusts, holding his hips, all while rubbing his sensitive ears. As if the omega’s body couldn’t flush even more, his actions were clearly enough to send the omega into a deep frenzy.
A warm knot begins to form in his stomach, while tears roll down his puffy cheeks. He feels dazed, speechless and hazy, but he takes it pliantly.
It wasn’t until he whined, thighs shaking for the 5th time. His cunt pulsates around his cock as he cums. Much harder than the last time, and the time before that one. Once again.
Jeongguk’s own orgasm follows after; his hips snap forward violently as his cum fills Namjoon’s hold once again. With his thumb, he spreads his cheeks apart, watching as his cum leaks out in such a lewd manner. He doesn’t spend too much time admiring his cock buried between his Hyung’s ass for too long, he pulls out so he doesn’t knot him.
He hovers over him, “One—One more round, Hyung?” Namjoon holds onto his singular finger, mouth still agape.
He shakes his head, frantically, “Too s-sensitive,” He pouts while the younger chuckles, “I-It’ll be too much, wanna sleep,” He pants, trying to catch his breath. He rubs his back in hopes of helping him come back down from his high again.
“Thought you weren’t sensitive,”
“Shut up,” Namjoon flops his head down, while the alpha watches over him. He pushes his sweat-drenched hair out of the omega’s face, and he looks down at him. His hand rested on his chin. “We smell like each other.” Jeongguk hones his nose across Namjoon’s scent glands.
A few moments pass before Namjoon responds. “U-Uh-huh,” the omega tugs on his finger, the alpha leans over him to look at him, “You’re the best fucker ever,”
The alpha blinks before letting out a cheesy, bunny smile. “Hyung, you—you can’t say stuff like that!” He covers his mouth, a little flustered. The omega turns around to coo at him. “Uhm, thank you though,” He scratches the back of his neck, before lying next to Namjoon.
“I-I’ve never come that much,” The omega winces but lies close to him before letting out a relieved sigh. His body was aching, his thighs still shook, and his pussy was still throbbing minutes after his orgasm. His throat felt parched, but inside, his omega felt giddy and uncontrollable; his teeth itched to mark Jeongguk in the same way he had been marked.
“What can I say? I’m good at everything,” Jeongguk wraps his arm around his shoulder—the feeling of his strong biceps against his neck made the omega feel like he was in heaven.
“You’ve got a tattoo?” Namjoon looks back at the hand-poked oriental lily, which sits on his back, close to the edge of his shoulder, so that he can see it. It’s small, but not unnoticeable.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk traces it, his hands filled with ink, directly contrasted against his tiny pink one; he seemed fascinated by it.
Namjoon hums, “It’s pretty.” The alpha rests his head on his shoulder, seeming exhausted. The omega rubs his head against his hair, holding him close. “But, I think you’re prettier,”
The omega backs up to look him dead in the eye; “You think so?” Jeongguk wastes no time in nodding frantically.
“You’re so beautiful, Namjoon-hyung,” The alpha rubs his nose against his neck, carefully not to get his hair caught in Namjoon’s necklaces. He loved the way they said on his collarbones, “I missed seeing you so much.” He kisses his neck and twirls one of the pieces around.
“God, me too,” Namjoon breathes, “I’ve been missing out on a lot. When did you get hot?”
Jeongguk chuckles and shrugs, “I could say the same for you, too-” A small meow makes the alpha jerk, “What was that?” Namjoon sits up and looks around.
“Bbang, come out,” Namjoon beckons for Bbang, making small kissing noises like he always does. The cat lets out another sound, akin to a yawn and stands by his side of the bed. He looks back at Jeongguk, whose eyebrows were raised. “What? Never seen a cat before?” The cat hops onto the bed and rubs her face against Namjoon’s side.
“No, I’m just…” He trails off. “I just never really thought you’d have a cat,”
“I never thought I’d get a tattoo, but here we are.” He shrugs as the cat rubs herself against Namjoon. “Huh, looks like she likes you,” They both watch as the cat jumps off the bed and jogs out of the room.
Jeongguk hums, while the older lets out a small, young, “Namjoon-ah?” Namjoon hums, “Lemme run us a bath, I don’t want you to sleep with my dried cum in your ass.”
The omega pressed a small kiss against his cheek, somehow, which had managed to get him worked up. “I-I’ll do that,” Jeongguk stops. “I guess I should take these off for you.” He gently moves Namjoon’s feet and shuffles the ripped panties off.
“Throw ‘em in the bin for me,”
“Or I can keep them as a keepsake,” Namjoon furrows his eyebrows. “Fine,” Jeongguk places it back onto the bed before climbing off and heading off to the bathroom.
Time passes; Jeongguk takes his time scrubbing Namjoon’s body off, but doesn’t run a bath as the omega seemed too tired. He found a face towel, coincidentally, and sat on the sink. The alpha cleans himself off, too. When he finishes, he rummages through the omega’s closet, pulling out an oversized tee-shirt with a goldfish sitting in the middle for the omega, and some boxers for himself.
Though it’s not his business, his eyes do catch onto the sizable, purple dildo, sitting on top of his underwear.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t need that anymore.
As for his clothes, he places them in the wash, as well as the clothes from Namjoon’s dirty basket. He couldn’t help but rummage through and take Namjoon’s scent from his shirts. Too good.
He huffs, feeling the cat watch him from the couch like a security guard. “You’re still awake, Namjoon-hyung?” The omega’s eyes flutter when he crawls into bed beside him, his eyelids fall heavy, but he fights sleep.
The omega holds his face and begins to lick his face—obviously, the action leaves him bedevilled, yet a fuzzy sensation blooms in his chest at the feeling of the omega’s warm tongue leaving kittenish licks on his cheeks. He giggles, “What are you doing?”
The omega yawns, “Grooming you, like cats do.” He leans close to him and rests his head on his shoulder. “I wanted to clean you too,”
Jeongguk rubs his back, “You don’t have to do that, hyung.” He looks at him sleepily, but Namjoon doesn’t respond. Seemingly, falling asleep.
“Ouch,” Jeongguk wines when the omega nibbles on his shoulder.
“Couldn’t help myself,” He mumbles and rests his head on Jeongguk’s arm instead of suffocating himself with his scent. “Good night, alpha,”
Jeongguk smiles, wide, but docilely, “Good night, Namjoon-ah,”