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Seokjin has never felt more tired in his entire life.
He should be used to having to go away for work, he does it so much more often than he would like if he’s being honest. Normally it’s a week, maybe two, depending on the severity of the situation, but to be gone a whole month? That’s too much, even for him. As it is, he won’t quit his job, it pays good money. It’s given him a good place to live, it’s given him some really great friends.
More than that though, and the most important thing if he’s being honest, it’s given him the love of his life; Kim Namjoon.
At first it had just been an office fling between them — Seokjin’s fault, really. It had been an office party and he, not really thinking, had tucked his face into the crevice of Namjoon’s neck and constantly told him over and over again that he smelled really again. Which he did, and Seokjin just couldn’t help himself, not when he’d been crushing on Namjoon since they first started working together.
The second time though, that was Namjoon’s fault. It happened a few weeks later when he walked into Seokjin’s office and asked him to scent him, begged him to, knowing Seokjin wouldn’t say no to him.
Whose fault it was after that, neither of them know, not that it really matters. Because what once started as just desperate kissing and rushed handjobs in the office eventually became going out to dinner and spending the night together every once in a while. It became Namjoon waking up to Seokjin making him breakfast. It became Namjoon asking Seokjin to be mates with him while the alpha was balls deep inside of him — to which Seokjin told him to ask later, when his mind wasn’t cloudy with sex because he had to make sure that wasn’t the only reason he was asking.
It wasn’t.
That was three years ago, and sometimes Seokjin still thinks it’s a dream. His relationships have never really been this long and it sort of baffles him from time to time that Namjoon can still look at him with so much love in his eyes.
He always has so much that it makes Seokjin’s heart hurt, but in a good way. The best way.
Even right now, as he walks back to his car, his heart feels full just from the thought of Namjoon. It makes him a little more eager to get back home because he’s really fucking missed him, despite all the late night video calling they had done.
Honestly, Seokjin is so caught up in his thoughts of Namjoon and how he can’t wait to see his gorgeous fucking smile that he doesn’t hear the rapid footsteps behind him. He doesn’t hear the excited ‘hyung’ until it’s said again, mere seconds before he’s turned around and lips are being pressed to his. He lets out a soft grunt as his back hits against the car, one hand immediately going to Namjoon’s hip because he doesn’t have to think about it. Although, he does have to think about pulling back after a moment so he can properly greet his boyfriend, but he doesn’t want to. He loves when Namjoon gets so desperate that he can’t wait anymore, kissing Seokjin so eagerly all the while running his hands over his body.
He only ever gets like this for two reasons, the main one being that they’ve been apart for a while and he’s missed him. The other reason is often to do with his heat.
In this case, it’s the former but Seokjin wouldn’t be surprised if Namjoon was nearing his heat too with how desperate he’s being, pressing his body to Seokjin’s as he kisses him over and over again.
Their lips are starting to get swollen and maybe a little bruised, yet Namjoon is still refusing to pull away, so Seokjin has no choice but to force him by biting down on his bottom lip. He gets a pout in return and Seokjin would find it so much easier to believe he was upset if Namjoon wasn’t currently sliding his hands down to his belt, beginning to unbuckle it.
“Can I?” Namjoon asks; the first two proper words he’s said since he all but attacked Seokjin. His kiss was his way of saying he missed him, which, okay, is definitely not a bad way to be greeted after being gone a month.
“Here?” Seokjin raises an eyebrow, amused. Not because Namjoon wants his dick in his mouth, that’s no surprise, he’s got an awful oral fixation. No, he’s surprised because they’re in the office parking lot. Sure, it’s an underground parking lot but it’s still very much in public and it’s not like Namjoon to want to do something like that so eagerly. He pretends to think about it, then presses a single kiss to the omega’s lips, which is all he needs to drop to his knees, always so eager to please. So ready to have Seokjin’s hardening dick (Namjoon’s desperate kisses always get him aching) in his mouth once again as he frees him from the confines of his pants and underwear.
Except, what he gets is a hand in his hair, pulling tight.
It hurts, Seokjin knows it does, but the way Namjoon’s eyes flutter because of the pain always reminds him that it’s okay. He looks up at him through those gorgeous lashes of his, huffing. “I t-thought—”
“You can.” Seokjin replies, pulling again when Namjoon tries to lean forward to taste. He wraps his other hand around his dick and maybe enjoys it a little too much when Namjoon looks hurt because that’s his job. “I just need you to open your mouth and wait like a good boy. You can do that for me, can’t you?
“Please.”
“Namjoon,” he coos, barely touching the tip of his cock to Namjoon’s lips when he switches his pout for a glare. It’s not effective. “You and I both know you can’t take me all the way without some help.”
His words embarrass Namjoon, he can tell from the way he looks away, even if it’s only for a moment. An oral fixation is a bad thing to have when you’ve got a small mouth and a boyfriend with a big dick. But that doesn’t stop him from trying. So he looks back at the other, swallowing before he finally opens his mouth as wide as he can.
The words ‘good boy’ fall so easily from Seokjin’s lips yet again and it makes Namjoon moan, low in his throat. His reward for listening is when Seokjin inches closer and presses further into the wet heat of Namjoon’s mouth, something that makes them both moan. Seokjin because it feels really fucking good, and Namjoon because he’s been thinking about it for days, honestly. So he’s more than thankful when Seokjin starts to rock his hips slowly, although he’s a lot less thankful at the fact that he’s not letting him take him all the way.
But he won’t complain.
He can’t.
“Fuck.” Seokjin whispers as he keeps fucking Namjoon’s mouth at a slow pace, hand no longer grabbing his hair so he can instead pet him. A simple gesture, but it’s also a mistake because Namjoon takes that chance to immediately try to get more of Seokjin’s dick into his mouth. He succeeds, albeit only for a second before Seokjin yanks him off by his hair.
He tries to act like the sight of Namjoon with his face flushed a pretty red, eyes glazed over with lust and a dopey fucking grin plastered across his face doesn’t get him feeling a certain way. Unfortunately his dick doesn’t get the memo, twitching in anticipation right in front of Namjoon’s face, and he takes that as an invitation.
It’s just that with Seokjin’s painful grip on his hair, he can’t get anywhere.
“N-Namjoon.”
“Seokjin.” He whines back, pleased at the reaction he gets even though he knows that later he’ll hear about it for being informal with him. He cheats a little when he scoots forward on his knees so he can finally reach Seokjin’s dick despite the hand in his hair. He slides his hands up Seokjin’s legs, stopping at his thighs at the exact same moment he licks a stripe from base to tip of his cock; slow and deliberate. “Alpha.”
“Don’t ‘alpha’ me, you could’ve had my cock down your throat already if you just behaved. Are you that much of a whore that you can’t even wait two minutes?”
“I j-just don’t wanna get teased.” He admits, breathless from Seokjin’s words, his tone of voice. There’s slick wetting his pants because he decided to forgo underwear when he left the house, and no matter how much he tries to pretend like Seokjin can’t smell him, his brain constantly reminds him that he can. “Pl-please.”
“You’re really that desperate?”
“It’s been a month.”
It’s all Namjoon has to say for Seokjin to understand, and apparently he feels some pity on him, because he reaches down to slide his thumb over Namjoon’s lips, pressing it down against his tongue when he opens his mouth once more. He holds his mouth open, finally pulling his other hand out of Namjoon’s hair so he can guide his dick into his mouth with it. Yet, this time he doesn’t stop halfway. He keeps going.
He presses in deeper and deeper until Namjoon chokes around and that’s why he has to hold his mouth open. It’s why he moves his hand back up into his hair when he’s in completely because if he doesn’t, Namjoon will cave and he’ll simply pull away when it becomes too much for him. But with Seokjin’s help, he can’t do that. Not until Seokjin does it for him, pulling him off for a moment so he can catch his breath before pressing back into his mouth.
Seokjin does it again and again and again — he keeps doing it until he finds the perfect rhythm. He fucks into Namjoon’s mouth, steady and a little rough with both hands in his hair now because it’s better for him that way. He’ll pull Namjoon completely onto his cock until he’s choking and sputtering with tears in his eyes, but he never once pulls him off completely when he does that. He doesn’t have to, he knows Namjoon can take it, and if he can’t that’s why they have rules.
Two taps on his thigh to stop.
While Seokjin has his hands in Namjoon’s hair, switching between petting and pulling when Namjoon decides to swallow around him like the fucking brat he is, Namjoon isn’t sure what to do with his own. Normally he would touch himself and Seokjin is expecting him to, especially since when he glances down at him, he can see his dick straining against his pants in a way that’s got to be painful for him. Yet, he doesn’t touch. Not himself anyway.
Eventually he settles on sliding his hands up Seokjin’s torso, back down to his thighs to dig his nails in hard enough for Seokjin to feel it even through the fabric of his work pants. He simply retaliates by giving a particularly hard thrust into his mouth.
“S-slut.” He hisses but his words hold no malice. They never do, and they never will. “ Fuck, I know it’s been a while but you’re so much more eager than usual.”
As if to prove his point, Namjoon swallows around him once more at the exact same time he pushes in further, hitting the back of his throat, and Seokjin hunches over him with a gasp.
“Good boy.” It comes out far more strained than he intends it to, but it still makes Namjoon moan around him and that’s not helping Seokjin to hold back at all. “S-such a good omega for me, bet you can’t wait for me to fuck you. I’ll f-fill you up so well.”
Even with Seokjin’s cock muffling his sounds, the moan Namjoon lets out at his words is really fucking loud, it would be surprising if someone didn’t hear them. Then again, they don’t really care. If they did, they wouldn’t have started this. But Seokjin can’t deny that there is a possessive part of him that just wants to take Namjoon home, hide him away from everyone so they’ll never see him like this.
No, this should be for his eyes only.
“I-I’ll give you my pups.” He suddenly says, and that’s what makes Namjoon finally touch himself, even if it’s just pressing his palm against his dick so he doesn’t come right then and there. “You want that baby? W-want me to fuck you over and over? Fill you up each time?”
Despite all the words, the vicious assault on his throat with Seokjin’s dick, Namjoon doesn’t opt out. At least not until a little later when he catches the signs of Seokjin getting closer to coming, and it’s easy to tell because his breath will stutter and he’ll stop talking as much to just focus on the pleasure, to fuck Namjoon’s mouth harder and harder.
But Namjoon doesn’t feel all that bad when he taps him twice on his thigh to get him to stop and he feels… happy when Seokjin, despite his achingly hard cock and being so close to his orgasm, pulls from his mouth with a wet ‘pop’.
“A-are you okay—”
“On my face.” Namjoon interrupts, and Seokjin’s wolf is proud at how wrecked his voice is. “P-please, cum on my face hyung, n-need it so bad.”
If they were in the privacy of their own home, or hell, even in the car, Namjoon would be more than happy to have Seokjin come down his throat. To have him knot his mouth because he’s done it before and he’ll do it again. But he’s far too desperate to wait for it to go down, and he wants to get home. He wants Seokjin.
“Shit, o-okay.” He nods, running his fingers through Namjoon’s hair to calm him because he’s begging him to come on his face. To mark him. As if the claim he has on his neck isn’t enough. What can he say, he likes it when Seokjin shows he’s taken, regardless of how he does it.
Not that he really has that much time to linger on that thought because Seokjin moves a hand out of his hair to start stroking himself, hand moving quick (which is made easy thanks to Namjoon’s saliva) because he’s close, really fucking close, and he wants to see Namjoon’s face painted with his come. He flicks his thumb over the head, smearing pre-come that Namjoon eagerly leans in to taste. But he doesn’t do anything more than that. He just…waits.
He waits as patiently as he can with his mouth open, tongue hanging out and eyes wet — pleading, as he stares up at Seokjin.
It’s a sight Seokjin has seen so many times at this point, but it always feels like the first time whenever it happens. Namjoon drives him fucking insane.
His knees start to get weak and he braces himself with a hand against the car, the coolness of it feeling amazing against his skin that’s scorching. He feels like he’s burning from the inside out, and he wonders if Namjoon knows exactly what it is he does to him.
There’s another whine of ‘alpha’ and he’s fucking gone.
The heat building up in his gut becomes too much and with another stroke of his dick, he comes all over Namjoon’s face. He comes so hard that it knocks the breath out of him, but he keeps his hand moving through his orgasm, mostly because Namjoon makes him with his hand on top of his now. He doesn’t stop until he’s completely spent and beginning to get sensitive.
That doesn’t stop his dick from reacting, however, when he looks down at Namjoon and gets a good look at him; come on his face that’s flushed a pretty red, lips swollen and eyes filled with tears — and yet, he looks so goddamn happy. Even as he swipes some of Seokjin’s come from his face and sucks his fingers into his mouth.
Maybe he’s a little too happy about it.
But he can’t pull his eyes away from him, not even when Namjoon stands up on shaky legs and grabs Seokjin’s tie. Seokjin thinks it’s for a kiss, more than happy to give him one. Instead, Namjoon pulls Seokjin’s favorite — and very expensive — tie from around his neck and uses it to clean his face.
“…do you really have to be such a menace?”
“O-only when I miss you.” Namjoon huffs softly, leaning in for a kiss this time and Seokjin doesn’t care that he can taste himself. He never does. All he cares about is Namjoon; how he tastes, how he feels, how he sounds. It’s always Namjoon. He wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him closer as he dips his head to start kissing at his neck, something that Namjoon accepts happily by tilting his head to give him more space.
Between the kisses, he noses at his scent gland, enjoying the way Namjoon all but clings to him. He enjoys it even more when he drags his teeth over the sensitive part of flesh and the scent of Namjoon’s arousal spikes.
It kind of makes Seokjin dizzy.
He keeps doing it though, switching between kisses and licks and even sometimes biting because it pulls such pretty noises from Namjoon, makes him squirm in his arms until he can’t take anymore and he finally speaks.
“T-take me home.”
“God, I thought you would never say it.”
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The drive home does nothing to stop their desperation for one another from being so intense.
It’s the reason Seokjin ends up speeding a little. It’s the reason why when they take the elevator up to their apartment, Namjoon keeps his body close to Seokjin’s. It’s the reason why Seokjin immediately kisses Namjoon when they enter their apartment, the door barely shut behind them.
Which is fine because Namjoon kisses him back the same, aching for so much more. Even when his lips start to hurt, he still returns each kiss, both of them only ever pulling away to remove their jackets and shirts. Even as Namjoon guides Seokjin backwards into the bedroom, they don’t pull away because they need more.
They’re so desperate for one another that when they’re in the bedroom, Seokjin tries his damned hardest to take off his pants without pulling away. Which actually turns out to be more difficult than he anticipated, but he still manages to get them open and around his thighs. It’s when he tries to get them off the rest of the way that he has more trouble than he should have.
Needless to say, he ends up stumbling into Namjoon, making them both fall back onto the bed. He’s about to apologize but when he looks at Namjoon, his words die in his throat because he’s looking at him like that again. Like everything he needs in the world is right in front of him.
As it makes his chest feel tight, he can’t help but wonder… How the fuck did he survive a month being away from Namjoon? How does he even handle being away for a week?
“You could’ve just stopped kissing me to take off your pants.”
“Oh yeah, like you would’ve let me.”
“Well—”
“Besides, I would’ve been able to get them off easier if someone hadn’t put my belt on tighter than usual.” He teases, and Namjoon looks away from him in embarrassment. It’s not his fault he was too eager to get home when he was tucking Seokjin back into his pants and fixing his belt. It’s Seokjin’s for being away so long. Just like how it’s Seokjin’s fault that he can’t help but stare when he gets up to remove his pants completely, which are then followed by his boxers. He kicks both pieces of clothing away like he’s offended by them, and Namjoon would laugh if Seokjin didn’t climb back on to the bed with him.
If he didn’t move his hands to the waistband of his pants, and suddenly the air shifts when Seokjin realizes something.
“…you’re not wearing underwear.”
“W-well, I,” Namjoon pauses, flushing when Seokjin curls his fingers in the fabric and starts to tug them down. “I-it’s easier.”
“For me or for you?”
Namjoon doesn’t answer, but Seokjin’s not really expecting one, he knows that. He pulls at Namjoon’s pants until they hit the ground, and maybe he’s a little too excited when Seokjin’s hands go to his thighs, spreading his legs almost immediately because he’s been desperate for his touch for a goddamn month.
Plus Seokjin has really nice hands, and it feels good when he squeezes and pinches at his skin, pulling a moan from Namjoon each time. Those moans only get more frequent because Seokjin knows every sensitive spot on his body and he likes to use that to his advantage — he’ll say it’s to make him feel good, but Namjoon knows he’s doing it to mess with him, to get him squirming beneath him until he can’t take anymore.
So maybe that’s why he’s far more desperate than he should be when Seokjin tells him to move onto his hands and knees, and he does it without even hesitating. Maybe it’s also because he likes to show off for him.
Seokjin curses low in his throat and Namjoon knows there’s no point in trying to hide how that makes him feel because Seokjin isn’t fucking blind.
“You’re already making such a mess, is it just from me fucking your mouth before?”
“N-no. Since this morning, I couldn’t wait for you to come home, e-even used my favorite toy,” he admits, and his omega purrs at the sound Seokjin makes in response to his words. “Wa-wasn’t enough, never enough, needed you.”
“Whore.”
Namjoon whimpers, his cock twitching at the word because yes, he’s a whore. But just for Seokjin, only ever Seokjin, he only ever wants his cock; his knot. He wants him to breed him over and over again. He wants his goddamn pups.
The thought has his head spinning, and Seokjin must notice the difference in his scent because he leans over to press a kiss to his head but he does it at the exact same time he slides his fingers over Namjoon’s hole, teasing.
“That’s why you let me fuck your mouth in the parking lot, isn’t it?” It’s a rhetorical question, but Namjoon still nods and he gets rewarded with Seokjin pressing a single digit into him, so easily too because of how wet he is. “Did you want people to see you being a dirty little whore, hm? Taking my cock down your throat like it’s all you’re made for.”
“Hyung—”
“Then letting me cum all over your face.” His finger presses in deeper, enjoying the way Namjoon clenches around it just from his words. But he knows Namjoon, he knows how much he can take, so he adds a second as he keeps talking. “You didn’t really want to clean it up, you just wanted to let it dry, didn’t you?”
Namjoon tries to focus, he really fucking does, but it’s hard with Seokjin’s fingers pushing into him more, his lips kissing at his neck and shoulders, occasionally biting because he can. He doesn’t need a reason to mark Namjoon up.
“Say it.” Seokjin says against his skin, sending a shiver down Namjoon’s spine. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“‘m your whore.” Namjoon forces out between his moans. “W-wanted to walk around with your cum on my face.”
Seokjin was waiting for the words, but it still makes him growl when he actually hears them. He fucks Namjoon a little harder with his fingers, making a scissoring motion with them and he even considers sitting back to watch as Namjoon stretches around his fingers. The only reason he doesn’t is because he knows he can do it some other time. He curls his fingers instead, and Namjoon chokes on his saliva as Seokjin finds just the perfect angle.
“Alpha.”
“Yeah baby?”
Namjoon whines, high and needy, unable to help himself when he reaches down to touch himself. His cock is hot and heavy in his hand, finding the perfect pace by copying how Seokjin is fucking him with his fingers. “Need you, n-need more.”
“Are you sure? I bet you can cum just from this alone.”
“Alpha—” Namjoon sobs, squeezing his cock as pre-come seeps through his fingers on every upstroke. He drops his head to the pillow in front of him, the fabric sticking to him from how much he’s sweating already. It’s embarrassing, how Seokjin has only two fingers inside of him but he’s already got that familiar heat deep in his gut. He really wanted to hold out longer, he really fucking did. For Seokjin. “P-please, I can’t— I want—”
“Such a good boy, Namjoon.” Seokjin cuts off, as if he knows what he wants. “So good for me. Such a good omega for me — my omega — taking everything I give you.”
Namjoon honestly wishes he could say that it’s Seokjin’s words that make him come, or even that it’s the way he strokes his own cock faster. But it’s not, it’s really fucking not. He comes from the way Seokjin leans over him and presses down against his body, trapping him in place. His orgasm hits hard because of that and his entire body shakes, but Seokjin just keeps fucking him through it, eventually adding a third finger and Namjoon squirms beneath him as he starts to get sensitive.
“God, you’re so wet.” Seokjin suddenly says, voice low and even though he’s having trouble thinking, Namjoon will always recognize the tone. It’s the one he gets when he’s trying to hold back so he can just focus on Namjoon. He opens his mouth to say something — anything — when Seokjin covers it with his free hand.
“Listen. Listen to how fucking wet you are, Namjoon. It’s all just for me, isn’t it?”
Namjoon’s eyes roll as he desperately nods yes, wishing to say something but all he can do is pant and drool against Seokjin’s hand and listen as he fucks him deeper and deeper with his fingers. The noises are so loud, so obscene and embarrassing, and Seokjin’s breath is hot against his cheek as he curses about how he’s making a mess of his hand, and Namjoon doesn’t feel ashamed because he knows. He knows just how wet he is, he knows that his slick is dribbling down Seokjin’s fingers, probably even his goddamn arm, and he knows that Seokjin loves it.
Because he’s the only one who can get him like this.
Seokjin is saying something again and Namjoon doesn’t have time to register what he’s saying because suddenly Seokjin’s weight is gone from him, his fingers are curling again but at the exact same time, Seokjin dips his head and flattens his tongue over his hole.
“A-ah— hyung!”
His second orgasm rips through him without warning, and while he would love nothing more than to press back against Seokjin’s mouth to get more, what he does instead is fall away from him because he can’t hold himself up anymore. His ears are ringing so loud, but he still hears Seokjin praising him, still hears him talking about how good he tastes, like he’s talking about something he’s addicted to.
Maybe he is.
“So pretty.” Seokjin coos, sliding his fingers from Namjoon and then immediately digging them into the flesh of his ass because he just can’t help himself. He enjoys the soft noises that Namjoon makes with each touch, hiding his face in the pillow, and he finds it endearing. How Namjoon can be so confident and so goddamn bratty, but give him the right things, the right words and touches, and he’s crumbling like a piece of paper.
And honestly, while Seokjin would be more than happy to fuck him while he drools all over his pillow, he wants to see him because it’s been a month. So he taps on his hip and Namjoon happily rolls over onto his back. Although, he tries to ignore his omega screaming at him to get back on his hands and knees so he can present to Seokjin, so he can keep showing him what he does to him.
“My pretty omega.” He’s heard it so many times but it still makes his heart soar and his body ache for more. Or perhaps it’s the fact that Seokjin is kissing his chest while sliding his hands over his body because he knows Namjoon craves it. It’s soft touches, even softer kisses, and Namjoon accepts it all. “Fuck, Namjoon, I missed you so much.”
Despite his mind still being somewhat hazy from two orgasms and the thought of needing Seokjin’s knot, Namjoon can tell the difference in his voice when he calls him by his name. When he calls him his omega, it’s because he wants to remind him that he’s his, that he’ll always be his. But when he calls him by his name in times like this, especially like the way he just did — growling low in his throat — it’s because he’s not sure how much more he can take.
Namjoon had been so busy with how much he had been missing Seokjin, but he never really stopped to think about just how much Seokjin missed him. Of course he knew he missed him, he just didn’t know how much.
But it’s not the first time it’s happened and Namjoon, like the good omega he is, knows how to coax Seokjin so he doesn’t hold back, even though he’s told him many times before he doesn’t have to.
“D-do you want to fuck me alpha?” His words come out slurred and definitely not innocent like he had wanted to play it off as. Not that it would’ve worked. Seokjin knows better than to believe even for a second that Namjoon could be innocent in the bedroom. Far from it. So what he gets in response to his words is a bite to his chest.
“Do— oh god,” he whimpers when Seokjin moves up to his neck, desperately scenting him. Even through that, he tries to speak again, but Seokjin growls at him; a warning.
“W-wanna fill up?” He finally manages to force out after a few deep breaths, but it’s followed by a choked moan when Seokjin clamps down on his shoulder. However, he can tell from the way Seokjin is breathing heavily through his nose, the way he’s touching him more desperately now, that he’s breaking. He’s falling apart and it’s all because of Namjoon.
Good.
“Gonna fill you with my pups.” Seokjin finally says when he frees Namjoon’s skin from between his teeth, more than pleased with the large bite he had left. His hands go to Namjoon’s thighs, his stomach, his chest, then back down to his hips where he grabs tight as if to keep himself grounded. “G-get you nice and big so people know who you belong to.”
“Please.”
“You’ll take my knot so well, won’t you?” His words are getting more and more desperate, sending Namjoon’s omega into a frenzy because he’s the one who got him like that. His breathing is hot and heavy against Namjoon’s skin as he presses his lips to his forehead. “You always do, such a good boy for me, Namjoonie. So pretty and good and— f-fuck, I need to give you my pups.”
“Yes yes yes.” Namjoon babbles, fingers digging into Seokjin’s back as he tries to pull him even closer. “I-I’ve been so good, please g-give me your pups, alpha.”
Seokjin pulls away after his words and Namjoon tries to act like he doesn’t need him to be close to him again, but he must make some kind of noise or face or something because he gets another kiss to his forehead. He watches as Seokjin reaches over to their nightstand, only rummaging around for a moment before he pulls his hand out with a bottle of lube.
He doesn’t comment on how it’s a new bottle because Namjoon used up the other one while he was gone. Maybe later he will, but right now, Seokjin just needs to be as close to Namjoon as he possibly can. He’s just about to open the bottle when Namjoon reaches up and takes it from him.
But it’s fine because now with his hands free, he’s able to cup Namjoon’s face so tenderly which is completely different from how he kisses him; it’s filled with so much want, so much desperation to get more of him. It only gets more desperate when Namjoon wraps slender fingers around his dick after pouring some lube into his hand. Sure, he probably could have just easily slipped inside of Namjoon with how wet he is (and he has in the past, many times) but it’s been a while and he wants to make sure he doesn’t hurt him.
That’s why Namjoon doesn’t ask any questions. He knows.
Not only that, but he’s more than happy to have Seokjin’s dick in his hand, to feel just how worked up he can get.
Plus he likes it messy; messier than it can get with just his slick alone.
So he coats his dick with more lube, enjoying the way Seokjin hips jerk closer to him when he twists his wrist on every upstroke. He’s throbbing in Namjoon’s hands and Namjoon takes pride in that because it was only an hour ago that he had made Seokjin come from his mouth alone, yet here he is, achingly hard again and desperate for more.
Desperate for Namjoon.
It’s all just for Namjoon.
There’s fingers around his wrist all of a sudden and he pulls away from the kiss to look at Seokjin, certainly enjoying the way he looks all flushed. What he enjoys more is how his eyes are dark with lust because it’s what he’s wanted.
“L-lie back and lift your hips.”
Namjoon doesn’t need to be told twice, although he is a little reluctant to stop jerking Seokjin’s dick. But he knows that once he does, he’ll get more, so he does it and he makes a happy noise in the back of his throat when Seokjin tucks a pillow under his hips and he makes it again when Seokjin presses the tip of his cock to his hole, then finally — fucking finally — presses into him.
“Oh baby.” Seokjin’s voice is teasing and Namjoon is confused as to why until he starts to feel sensitive when Seokjin pushes in more. The kind of sensitivity he usually gets after an orgasm, and he realizes. “T-that desperate for me, huh? Are you even going to be able to last long?”
Now Namjoon knows he shouldn’t bite back, not when they’ve missed each other so much, not when he wants something that Seokjin can easily decide not to give him. But he’s really fucking embarrassed that he came again just from having Seokjin’s dick barely inside of him and so he replies with, “A-are you?”
The look he gets immediately makes him want to submit to Seokjin.
“Maybe you don’t want my knot as badly as you say you do.”
“I-I do, please—”
“Maybe you don’t want my pups.” Seokjin cuts him off. “You know I can just stop, pull out and fuck your thighs so you don’t get anything.”
Namjoon shakes his head because his words are failing him, caught in his throat. He feels him pulling back and his legs clamp around his waist immediately to stop him. “Pl-please,” he sobs, leaning up to kiss Seokjin just once. “I-I’ll be good for you, I have been g-good, haven’t I? I need your knot, need your pups,” he pauses, and then, “Need you.”
And that’s really what makes Seokjin break.
He’s a little rough when he grabs Namjoon’s face to kiss him over and over and over but he doesn’t mind, not when Seokjin starts to rock his hips, albeit with a little difficulty thanks to Namjoon’s legs still around his waist. His pace is slow so Namjoon can get used to him — so he can get used to Namjoon because it’s been too long, and he really doesn’t want to come this early even though Namjoon feels really fucking good around his cock.
Seokjin can actually feel the desperation coming from Namjoon and he’s sure he’s the same way. God, he hopes he is.
“Talk to me, t-tell me what you feel.”
“B-big.” Is the first thing Namjoon says, practically slurs it like he’s drunk, and Seokjin huffs out a laugh against his lips, about to say something when Namjoon just keeps going. “S-so big, thick … M-making me feel so full, I wanted this so bad.”
“G-god, me too.” Seokjin admits, letting Namjoon pull back so he can look at him. “I just wanted you again, w-wanted to feel you, hear you — needed you. Fuck, N-Namjoon, I needed you so bad.”
Namjoon’s breath stutters both because of Seokjin’s words and because he thrusts harder, as if he’s trying to prove his point, which he really doesn’t have to. Because Namjoon can tell, he can tell in the way that he holds his face, in the way that he kisses him once before he buries his face in his neck to take in his scent, in the way that he’s breathing heavily against his skin.
For a while, that’s the only sound Namjoon can hear; their heavy panting mixed with the creaking of the bed under their weight, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin as Seokjin continues to fuck him even with Namjoon’s legs somewhat restricting his movement. All he can really focus on is Seokjin.
Seokjin whispering sweet words against his skin.
Seokjin touching him everywhere he can, dragging his fingers along every dip and curve as if he’s just trying to burn them into his brain.
It’s all just Seokjin.
“Y-you’re not listening.” Seokjin’s voice cuts through his thoughts, and his own dick twitches because he growls at him when he asks him what he means. “I said y-you’re going to look so good, so fucking pretty c-carrying my pups.”
Fuck.
“Y-yes—”
“Pretty omega, c-can I r-really give you my pups?” His voice is making Namjoon weak, aching for more, aching for the moment when Seokjin finally fills him up until there’s no way he won’t be pregnant. Yet he’s still holding back, hanging on by a thread, because he has to make sure. “Need to f-fill you up.”
“Please,” Namjoon sobs, actually sobs, fingers digging in to Seokjin’s back because he can’t fucking handle it when he asks him like that. “Pleasepleaseplease— alpha, fill me up, g-give me your pups, please d-don’t hold back.”
While Namjoon might not be able to see Seokjin’s face, he still knows when that thread finally breaks.
There’s a shift in the air and Namjoon feels like he’s choking on Seokjin’s scent because he’s so pleased by Namjoon’s words.
Seokjin’s hands move to his hips and grab tight, and it’s then that Namjoon is more than happy to finally unwrap his legs from his waist. It’s mere milliseconds after he does that Seokjin starts to fuck him much harder and harder, yet not faster. Definitely not faster because he wants it to last, wants to take his time, wants to feel as Namjoon sucks him in so eagerly.
Namjoon wants to say something, he’s not really sure what, maybe it’s to ask — no, beg, Seokjin to keep going, to never stop. But with each thrust, his words just die in his throat and his mind is reeling from the pleasure because it’s never felt this intense. For a second Namjoon thinks he might actually die.
Not that death by sex is a bad way to go.
He doesn’t touch himself even though he so desperately wants to, even though he wants to bring himself to yet another orgasm around Seokjin’s dick. But it’s hard to do that when he’s already had three orgasms and he swears he gets more and more sensitive every time Seokjin fucks him harder and harder and harder.
Seokjin pulls back and Namjoon doesn’t complain about it, he won’t. Not when he feels Seokjin’s hand on his stomach seconds later, rubbing it so gently that it gives Namjoon whiplash because it’s so different from how he’s fucking him. The only reason Namjoon pulls his eyes from Seokjin’s hand is so he can instead look at him, not wasting a second as he brushes his hair back to see his face.
His face is flushed, sweat dripping from his forehead that, honestly, Namjoon is kind of tempted to lean forward and taste. His lips are parted as he tries to catch a breath. But it’s his eyes… His eyes are so dark with lust, with want, with need for giving Namjoon his pups.
Never has Namjoon seen Seokjin look the way he does right now and it makes his limbs feel jelly, yet he still forces himself to grab Seokjin’s hair and pull a little because he’s not sure what else to do and he doesn’t want him to look away.
That changes quickly when Seokjin’s gaze gets so intense that he wishes he would look away.
Seokjin’s fingers are digging into his hip so hard that it’s starting to get painful, so he’s thankful when he lets go. He only lets go to grab his thighs though and he grabs hard, forcing Namjoon’s knees to his chest so he can fuck into him even deeper, and Namjoon feels trapped again.
Their faces are close, lips inches apart and Namjoon wants to kiss him so goddamn bad, but Seokjin is talking about how he’s going to look gorgeous with his pups and Namjoon wants him to keep going.
“N-need to get you nice and big.” His voice is making Namjoon really dizzy. His voice, his scent, his hands, his mouth. He can’t focus. He can’t breathe. “So good for me, aren’t you? Letting me breed you, letting me — f-fuck, letting me fill you up. Such a good omega; my mate.”
“Y-yours, your mate, please—!” Namjoon isn’t sure what he’s saying or what he’s even trying to say, but Seokjin seems to understand because he says it again, growling that he’s his mate over and over and over again until Namjoon is crying. But he never stops begging, never stops asking for more. Not even when he reaches down to finally wrap his hand around his dick, fucking into it thanks to every harsh thrust Seokjin offers him.
He’s trying to get his words across.
Mine.
My mate.
My pups.
Namjoon can only nod dumbly because that’s right, he’s Seokjin’s. He’ll only ever be Seokjin’s. He’ll only ever have his pups. That’s all he needs.
He squeezes his hand around his dick as the realization of it all makes him come and he’s crying again, harder than before, but Seokjin kisses each tear away with a whisper of praises following soon after. Namjoon also realizes that even up until then, Seokjin was still holding back, just the slightest.
Because as he talks Namjoon through his orgasm, tells him how he’s such a good boy for him, he’s digging his nails into his flesh to the point where he probably draws blood and he’s fucking into him with reckless abandon. Namjoon can’t even think anymore, not when Seokjin is fucking him like that, when he’s panting so hotly against his cheek, when he’s talking about how he’s going to give him his pups, over and over.
And Namjoon, all he can really do is moan and whine. He tries to beg, tries to help Seokjin get closer to his own orgasm, but all that really comes out is a string of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Because he has to thank Seokjin for picking him. Of all people, he picked him and he’s going to breed him.
“M-mate.” Seokjin forces out, his words strained. He’s talking for Namjoon’s benefit, but there’s no denying that he’s getting desperate. “So close, ‘m g-gonna fill you up so much. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Please, t-tell me it’s what you want.”
If Namjoon wasn’t a little out of it right now, he might have teased Seokjin for begging to hear him say it just like how Seokjin does with him, but he can also hear the ache in his voice from trying to hold out, so he nods. He nods frantically because it’s all he can do, his words are failing him, but Seokjin understands.
He kisses him. It’s wet, messy and sloppy, but they don’t care — they don’t care at all.
“S-shit.” Seokjin pants against his lips, and he sounds like he might cry because he’s still trying his best to speak even with how close he is to coming. “I l-love you so much, my pretty omega. M-mine, Namjoon, you’re mine.”
Namjoon clings to him when he says that, arms wrapped around him tight despite how they feel. Maybe he cries more, he’s not really sure, he doesn’t really care. Not when Seokjin says it again as he finally comes deep inside of him and there’s so much that his omega tells him it makes his stomach bulge slightly. A thought that makes his dick twitch weakly against his sweat and come covered stomach.
Even though he can’t say anything because his brain is fried, he still holds Seokjin as close as he can and he rubs his back as a way of telling him that he did so well, that he filled him so much.
Because Seokjin needs that.
“Here.” Seokjin says softly, handing Namjoon a glass of water as he sits back down on the bed. His knot finally went down ten minutes ago after about an hour of being locked together, and honestly, Namjoon really just wanted to stay where he was, but Seokjin was adamant about getting him something to drink.
He’s actually thankful for it when he takes a sip, the water cooling his throat that feels raw from all his moaning and crying, and of course, from Seokjin fucking it earlier. From over the rim of the glass, he notices Seokjin staring at his stomach and it makes him…shy.
It’s strange too.
They never explicitly spoke about having pups before tonight, but it’s clearly something they both want.
“I can hear the gears turning in your head.”
Namjoon huffs. “I was just… wondering if I’ll really get pregnant.”
“Well, we can only hope.” Seokjin hums thoughtfully. “But if not, then we can always try again… Right?”
Namjoon nods, maybe too quickly, but he doesn’t care. Not when Seokjin moves closer to him so he can place a kiss to his shoulder while his hand snakes down to his stomach, rubbing softly. It makes Namjoon’s heart skip a beat when he does that because God, he really fucking wants to give Seokjin a family.
However, it doesn’t make them any less shocked when three weeks later, Namjoon’s pregnancy test comes back positive.