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Jeongguk’s mood has been a rollercoaster throughout the entire week, but he feels especially cranky this morning with the end of the summer level of humidity that has him so irritated to the point that everyone’s obviously avoiding him after the dirty glare he gave to the resident who bumped into him in the hallway.
He doesn’t like this side of himself either, but the hectic rhythm of his life in the past couple of months doesn’t help to give his mind a break. He’s been taking night shifts for the entirety of the summer, so he and Yoongi could take turns being with Jungwon and taking care of him. It was a challenge at first, but Jeongguk was forced to grow used to his routine, except that it meant taking a distance with the alpha that he wasn’t actually ready for so early in their relationship; the alpha, of course, found a temporary solution to it, negotiating free Sundays for both of them at the same time that they usually spent with Jungwon except for the few times that Jeongguk accepted for Yoongi’s parents to give them some time for themselves.
Jeongguk appreciates it, but it was not nearly enough of what he wants, of what he needs now that he’s had a taste of Yoongi; even if his body is not really catching up to the feeling, he’s happy to be back to his beloved routine, but that doesn’t mean he’s not about to have an awful week trying to adapt back to normal-human-being-hours.
It doesn’t help that he found out about his pregnancy just two nights ago.
The suspicions were hanging over his head for around a week before the worry actually hit him when he got offered a slice of pizza that his body couldn’t even get to taste, gagging just at the cheese smell invading his nostrils. He took a break with an excuse nobody really cared about because he didn’t have a single friend on the night-shift staff, and finally drew some blood from himself, taking it to the lab at 3 am under a fake name from a fake chart he created, knowing no one would notice the lack of an omega pregnant patient in the ER at such an hour of the night. The attending wasn’t as careful with keeping track of the board as Yoongi and Namjoon are, which Jeongguk found comfort in for the first time.
Yoongi. He thinks, and some of the irritation untangles on his chest as he finishes fixing the mess in the now-empty room. He has yet to find a moment to speak to the alpha; he wanted their routines to fall back into place together so he can take his time to do it, to watch every little detail on his face morph for him with that smile that Jimin calls the Jeongguk smile.
He’s as excited as he is terrified to do it. That’s probably the reason why he ends up throwing the empty cup of decaffeinated coffee as he starts his rounds, the only hot drink that he had seemed to tolerate the past week is now turning on him, too. He helped Namjoon with his first couple of patients before they got stuck speaking to the parents of a child for around forty minutes. Forty minutes that Jeongguk spent fidgeting, losing track of the conversation as he grew restless with the need to see his alpha. They didn’t even have the chance to come to work together because Yoongi had to come in early and he thinks it’s unfair; this isn’t how it was supposed to turn out. Even if he’s not really sure how it was supposed to turn out.
“Nurse Jeon,” Namjoon peeks his head inside the room, looking slightly dishevelled and hurried. “Dr Min needs a nurse on trauma one for a central line.”
Jeongguk’s body jolted with glee, his omega preening at the prospect of his alpha needing him for anything.
“Thank you, Hyung,” Jeongguk answers, because he’s always found it weird to keep the formalities when there’s no one around. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“He’s with a couple of students,” he points out, but Jeongguk’s already walking past him without thinking much about it.
He rushes down the hall with a force that earns him a few deserved scowls from his coworkers, his feet moving at the rhythm of his thrilled, desperate heart. He hasn’t been at work with Yoongi for what feels like an eternity, and Jeongguk was almost starting to feel like the alpha and he were existing in a parallel universe, even if they were tangled on their bed a few hours ago.
Jeongguk bursts through the door with a force that has all the eyes in the room back on him. Two young omegas are hovering on each side of the bed, the boy holding an ultrasound probe in one hand while the girl is inserting what looks awfully like a catheter through the woman’s arm.
“What are you doing?” Jeongguk asks in disbelief, looking at the alpha, his alpha, standing a little bit too close to the omega whose coat is way too short to be doing such a procedure.
“Nurse Jeon,” Yoongi greets with a formal nod that suddenly irritates him. “These are Kim Ha-Yun and Kang Dohyun. I needed to put a central line, figured I would teach the students how to do it,” he points out, as if it was totally normal to teach first-day students how to insert a catheter into someone’s heart.
“That’s what I’m here for,” Jeongguk says, taking a step closer to the edge of the bed, but all of their attention has gone back to the patient, and it makes him want to throw a childish fit right there.
“There, it’s in,” Yoongi points out, leaning slightly into the girl’s personal space to inspect the work closely.
The young omega looks up at Yoongi with blushing cheeks, and Jeongguk almost scoffs out loud as his mind finally puts the pieces together. This omega thinks Yoongi’s into her, her clogging scent hidden under the heavy layers of disinfectant, but it’s right there trying to lure his alpha with sweet, innocent eyes that he feels the urge to rip off.
“Let’s check it’s going the right way, here,” Yoongi leads the boy with his pointer finger professionally, all of their eyes on the screen except Jeongguk’s. “Usually, this is something that doctors do. Nurse Jeon is the only qualified nurse to do it.”
“Students shouldn’t be doing this either,” Jeongguk can’t help but point out, surprising himself when his tone comes out flat and cold. “You’ll get Dr. Min in a big problem if you mess up,” he can see how her air gets stuck in her throat, her hand trembling visibly as she tries to work past the nerves of the new information. “I’m gonna call Namjoon–”
“This is my patient, and I’m in charge of the floor today,” Yoongi answers flatly, and Jeongguk knows well that’s a very tame answer to get for defying him when handling a case, but Jeongguk’s never been one to take shit from doctors. Especially if said doctor is his mate.
“Well, you’re not in charge of the nurses,” you’re not in charge of me, is what Jeongguk’s saying and Yoongi doesn’t even look back at him.
The worst part is how the alpha doesn’t even notice the distress that he’s causing him by being so reckless, by taking this little stupid moment they could have had to place it in some first-year students’ that could lead him to a malpractice suit that would rip their family apart.
“It’s okay, don’t worry,” Yoongi reassures them when both of them stiffen at Jeongguk’s words. “You’re almost done, you’re doing a good job.”
He could kill both of them with his bare hands right now, and Yoongi’s so blind to it that an all-consuming heat starts to boil down his veins.
And it doesn’t help that Yoongi looks fucking good. Beautifully sharp like a prince charming, written out of a fairy tale with his politeness that almost looks royal, those fucking rimless glasses that sit over the bridge of his nose make him feel particularly irritated now, while at home he’s constantly begging Yoongi not to ever take them off, please. He wants to throw them to the floor and snap them with the sole of his feet so no one else can see him look so fucking fine; no one but him should be entitled to such a stunning view.
Maybe he shouldn’t have waited so long to put a mark on his neck, maybe Jeongguk should have been more careful about letting his alpha walk around this place filled with hunters without a clear showing that he’s not fucking available for anyone else. Maybe Jeongguk shouldn’t have asked Yoongi to keep it professional; maybe he should have known that not being loud enough about his belongings would have others thinking they could have a taste of them too.
They’ve been dating for only six months. Even if Yoongi’s living in his apartment now, their apartment, he’s scared of asking for more than that. Of what it implies on finally giving in to something so permanent like a mating mark, and so early into their relationship, too. The huge difference is the seed that’s been planted inside him; they are already tied, even if the mark is still invisible, Jeongguk’s carrying his pup now, something that somehow is much bigger yet much less terrifying.
Jeongguk knows everything about bearing a child, but not a single thing about having a mate, except that he wants that alpha to be the one to teach him.
“Alright, it’s done!” Yoongi says, taking the ultrasound probe from the boy to give one last look before putting it back on the holder, side-eyeing Jeongguk for a second before looking back at the students with a polite smile that has the female omega swooning on her feet, cheeks turning pink at the praise. “Go find Dr Jung, he must be looking for you two. Nurse Jeon is going to finish with the patient.”
He almost wants to argue with his order, but instead, he bites his tongue until they both leave the room with her too-sweet hormonal pheromones still sticking the air, trying to imprint in his alpha.
The rage pours out of him when he turns around to face him, his very expressive face has Yoongi’s soft eyes squinting with confusion.
“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, mouth parted and eyes widening as he stops in his tracks under Jeongguk’s deathly glare.
At least there’s one thing he’s actually aware of.
“Are you being serious right now?” He scoffs, walking around the bed to fix the pillow and the bedsheets in a desperate need to occupy his hands. “You’re an attending, it’s not your job to teach new students! And to put a fucking central line? They should be doing sutures, IV’s at last! Are you out of your fucking mind right now?”
“That was not just a student,” Jeongguk’s head snaps at the remark, his veins boiling as the words bubble a disgusting feeling on his chest. “That’s Kim Minhyuk’s daughter, and they have been here for a month already, give them some credit.”
“I don’t give a fuck about who’s the fuck daughter she is, I don’t have to give her credit for shit,” he spits, biting his lip to keep himself from cursing further. “The resident should be teaching them, not you. And much less something–something like that.”
“The residents were caught up triaging, and I would have stepped in if something went wrong,” Jeongguk scoffs, shaking his head and focusing on checking that everything is set so he can flee the room before he does something he will deeply regret. “Wait. You’re really mad?”
“How are you so dense? Do you think I’m joking right now? You’re infuriating me. I swear I’d kill you if I didn’t know they’d made me resuscitate you before sending me to jail,” he grunts, enjoying the smell of panic rising in Yoongi’s scent. “I have patients to see. You should go check on your students, they probably need you more than I do.”
Jeongguk turns around on his feet, his heart racing as fast as his feet as he tries to run away from the suffocating, tiny room.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Yoongi chimes, stopping him by the forearm, the touch burning even over the pink robe. “You can’t be mad at me for teaching a student! This is a teaching hospital!”
“Fuck off,” Jeongguk shakes his hand hard enough to break away from his grip, disregarding the pang in his chest as he watches Yoongi’s eyes glisten with hurt. “You don’t get a pass at flirting with another omega because she’s the HR Chief’s daughter, you fucking asshole!”
“What?” The alpha says, looking far too bewildered. “What are you saying? I wasn’t flirting with her!” Yoongi cries, taking a step closer to try to get a hold of him, but Jeongguk steps back before he can catch him. “Why are you so upset, baby? What’s up with you today?”
The slap resonates over the stable beeping sounds, his glasses flying to the ground as Yoongi’s cheek taints red with the print of his fingers, his face staying tilted to the side, and his neck looking far too pristine for Jeongguk’s liking.
“What’s up with me today is that I’m pregnant with your baby while you’re here showing off to some fucking students, you stupid alpha!”
“Jagiya,” Yoongi whispers, his scent thickening and his eyes widening with shock.
Yoongi takes a step closer, but Jeongguk’s stumbling with eyes fixed on the alpha’s shaky shoulders as he’s looking at Jeongguk with a mix of feelings that suppress what little of his rage is left, drowning it under a consuming guilt that blurs his vision as he escapes from the room with his head down to hide the tears from catching anyone’s eye, running down the crowded halls searching for a place where he could help his heart get it the fuck together. But he can’t find a place like that at a hospital, he can’t find any sort of peace inside a place that’s filled with misfortunes all around, and that would be fine if he weren’t so fucking distracted by the guilt.
He just fucked up big on his announcement, and it feels stupid because Jeongguk doesn’t even believe that those type of cheesy things are actually important, but he knows Yoongi cares and that’s why he started to care too, which only makes the dread grow as the minutes turn to hours running away from the alpha successfully after he begged Namjoon to take him under his wing for the rest of the shift, which the alpha did only with a quirked eyebrow and a sigh that told Jeongguk this wasn’t going to be swept under the rug. Especially after Jeongguk almost fucked up with the med-dose, too deep inside his spiral of guilt to pay attention to his surroundings as he kept thinking about what he was going to say to the alpha, about what the thing he did actually meant for them.
“Are you alright?” Namjoon asks after they have finished a burning-wound case, pulling him to the lounge when everyone else is gone. “You’ve been a little distracted today. You know you can tell me if you need a break.”
“Distracted is too generous for almost killing a patient on ket,” he grumbles, rubbing the palms of his hands against his orbs to suppress the tears that are starting to peak. “I’m fine, it’s okay. I just need a minute, or maybe a xanax to put me to sleep for the rest of the week for this feeling to fucking stop. But I can’t even take that–I can’t even have a fucking beer,” he grumbles the last sentence for himself, the irritation growing even if he wasn’t even planning on drinking at all.
“What happened?” Namjoon asks in a soothing voice that Jeongguk doesn’t think he deserves. He’s acting like a spoiled child who can’t handle how huge the emotions feel as they take him over like a tsunami that he can’t do anything but watch come and sweep him off his feet. “There’s clearly something wrong, and it’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me but–”
“I fucked up,” Jeongguk blurts, stopping Namjoon from falling into one of the wise monologues that will probably only serve to make him feel shittier. “I got angry and jealous and took it all out on Hyung, and now he probably thinks I’m a crazy omega–”
“Hyung would never think that way. You could never fuck up in his eyes, you could burn this place down, and he would defend you even if that was the last thing he ever did.”
“I'm gonna do it, I’m gonna burn this whole place down and make sure he and that nepo baby are here,” he says, and the confession has Namjoon’s lips parting with recognition.
“Oh, it’s about her…” he mumbles, as if that made sense all of a sudden, as if there was a connection with them that justified Jeongguk’s outburst. “You know, her father was Hyung’s old mentor…”
“She was putting a central line on a patient, I don’t give a fuck about privileges if it’s making my man act stupid. I don’t want her near him. I don’t care if he doesn’t see her like that.”
“He was doing what?!”
“Thank you!” He exclaims, feeling an urge of relief at the scandalization from the alpha. “I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen to me! Then we ended up having a fight and I might have told him I’m pregnant after slapping him because I’m an idiot! How can I do that to him, Hyung? He’s making me fucking furious but he doesn’t deserve to find out that way, yet I’m still so fucking mad at him for what he did, I think I’m gonna lose my mind going back and forth–”
“Oh, sweetheart, congratulations,” Namjoon utters, pulling him into a hug to try to ease down his bubbling frustration, kissing the crown of his head as Jeongguk tries to recover himself from his ranting. “I know this might be stressful, but you’re going to be okay. You could rip Hyung’s heart, and he would thank you for it.”
“I don’t wanna do that!” Jeongguk whines against Namjoon’s chest, unsheathed tears burning his retinas. “I don’t wanna hurt him, I just wanna make him happy.”
The door bursts open, and Jeongguk doesn’t even have to look back to know who’s coming into the room. The scent is a dead giveaway of his mate, the thick warm burning like a pyre raises the room temperature and sends a shiver down his spine that has his mouth sucking on a deep breath of sharp air that only makes his tongue numb as the taste settles heavily, even through the distance of the other alpha that’s still wrapped around him unapologetically.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi’s voice calls him, firm on the edges as if trying to keep his composure in front of the other alpha, but Jeongguk can hear the desperation underlying. “Can we talk?”
As if on cue, Namjoon’s pager fills the thick silence of the room, an excuse to take a step away from Jeongguk with a soft smile that’s slightly uncomfortable under the tension that’s overpowering him.
“Take a break, okay? You can take the rest of the day off if you need it,” he looks back at Yoongi, his jaw locking slightly and his eyes boring with a professional sternness. “You too. We’ll talk about what you did tomorrow, now I’ll take charge of the floor, and you’ll take care of your omega.”
“Thank you, Hyung,” Jeongguk answers quickly before Yoongi can even think about starting a discussion right there, but when his eyes meet the alpha’s, he finds that he is not even glancing at Namjoon as he passes through him, his stare fixed on Jeongguk as if he were the only thing in the entire world that makes sense.
“I’m sorry,” they both say at the same time, and Yoongi moves to him so fast that Jeongguk can’t even try to escape him, his back hitting against the wall as the alpha hovers over him with an aura of protection that shouldn’t make his knees buckle so easily. “I’m still mad at you, though,” Jeongguk whispers, his fingers threading against Yoongi’s strands to scrape his scalp and gently lead him down to his neck, mouth parting with pleasure as the alpha works on grooming his skin with his wet tongue. “But I’m sorry I hit you, I’m sorry I told you like that–I wanted it to be good, I wanted to prepare you dinner and do all that romantic shit you deserve, fuck,” he moans, a tear slipping through his chin as the alpha sucks harder at the words. “And you had to go and act all stupid to impress a student–”
“It wasn’t like that,” Yoongi rumbles, his arm wrapping around his waist under his pink coat to pull Jeongguk’s frame down against the wall until he has to look up slightly, his nose nipping the alpha’s chin that’s moist with spit, glasses fogging up from their warm, ragged breath. The omega loses track of himself for a moment, the vision all too almighty to care about anything else that isn’t this handsome alpha that’s so soft yet so roughed up too, buff and strong and protective when it’s necessary, wrapping around Jeongguk like he was crafted to fit in his arms. “They are both great students, and I thought we’d all benefit from them learning something like that–”
“Shut up, shut up,” he whines, lifting his hips to brush the alpha’s hard cock, haywiring his mind enough for him to lose track of his thought. “That’s not what I want to hear, Hyung.”
“I’m sorry,” he sighs, visibly swallowing as his stare falls over Jeongguk’s tilted neck, but his wavering eyes go back to him, shining bright with a hungry adoration that Jeongguk’s already fallen trap of again. “I should have listened to you, I should have let you do your work, and I promise you I will keep my distance from her even if it’s strictly professional. I don’t want you to think that I have intentions with anyone that isn’t you,” Jeongguk can’t help how his pheromones fill out the room, clogging it with a sweetness that starts to burn as it collides with Yoongi’s scent. The alpha sniffs the air, a smile tugging on his lips and his eyelids drooping with relaxation as the omega works on getting under his skin, the weight of his body caging him against the wall, turning heavier as his limbs relax, hips clashing together so Yoongi’s hard cock gets perfectly tucked under his pussy that blazes at the mere touch, sticky and open, ready to take him anywhere. “You’re my omega, the mother of my children, and there’s nothing in this world that could change how I feel about you,” his fingers sneak down to tug Jeongguk’s shirt until they are hidden inside his waistband, sending a shiver down his spine as they tickle right over the swell of his butt. “I thought the slap was quite hot, though,” he smirks, making Jeongguk scoff in disbelief.
“Of course you would,” he smiles, because it’s contagious to see Yoongi like that. “I’m glad your glasses are okay, I’d be devastated if I’d broken them.”
“Mmm, I’d buy a thousand pairs to wear for you,” he says, nipping from his underlip as he starts to rut his hips against his thriving cunt, his hands sliding under the waistband of his underwear to pull him flush until his pelvis is lifted enough so he can rut his cock farther down to his ass, lapping his skin with ragged breaths and uncontained low grunts that only grow more desperate as his blazing scent penetrates the alpha’s nostrils. “Your scent’s sweeter, it’s been like that for a week, I just thought–” his hips still, forehead bumping against Jeongguk’s as he laps inside his mouth wetly and erratically, just grooming and kissing and taking what’s his because he can.
“Want this pregnant pussy so much you can’t even think straight, alpha? But you’ve been a bad, bad alpha,” he teases, earning a pitiful whimper that he eats from his mouth, stealing a wet, hungry kiss that he breaks right when Yoongi’s about to get totally lured into it. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“Whatever you want,” Yoongi begs, the desperation brimming from his clutching fingers, from his shaky voice, from the way he ruts his entire body against Jeongguk like a needy puppy. “Just let me have you.”
“Not here,” Jeongguk says, but he knows how not very convincing it sounds, “Someone could come in.”
“Please, baby. I need you–need your pussy, please,” his raspy tone is whiny and needy, his clammy hands pushing him into his groin at the same time he clashes his mouth into a messy kiss, biting and sucking and growling inside his mouth as if Jeongguk was already giving him exactly what he needs. “I think…” he sighs into his mouth, getting distracted with his work as Jeongguk scratches behind his ear to ground him. “I feel like I’ll go crazy if I don’t knot you now.”
“Oh, alpha,” Jeongguk croons, nuzzling their noses with a fond smile brimming from every pore of his face. “You’re entering your rut, aren’t you?”
The words have Yoongi stopping for a second, as if crashed into the realization only now that Jeongguk’s saying it out loud.
“Shit,” he mumbles, sounding more like himself than he has since he burst into the room. “It shouldn’t–”
“But you are,” he gives, stealing a soft peck from a bewildered Yoongi who’s too stunned to catch it on time. “Overwhelming and stressful situations can trigger ruts and heats. You’re a doctor, you know how it works.”
“It wasn’t that,” Yoongi says, slipping one hand out of his trousers to wrap it tightly around his waist until Jeongguk’s entire weight is leaning against him, his lower belly bursting with heat as his legs lock around his hips as he lets the alpha hold his weight like it’s nothing for him.
“What was it, then?” Jeongguk asks, leaving a wet stripe along his neck, his lips sucking harder around the scent gland as he lets the alpha manhandle him through the lounge, “Mine,” he mumbles against the skin that’s starting to burn under his touch. “My alpha, I’m gonna take good care of you.”
The alpha tilts his neck for Jeongguk to mark him further before carefully lying his body over the couch, his head resting against the armrest and his back lifted by the stack of pillows that the doctors like to keep there for when they can sneak to get a nap, all of them squished under Jeongguk’s back, arching his waist to fit perfectly against the alpha’s hard cock, both their groins so sticky that their fluids are starting to mix through the damp clothes.
“It’s your pregnant scent,” Yoongi confesses, tugging from his white shirt to rub his face against Jeongguk’s chest and up to his neck. “I’ve been trying to place it all week, and it hit me when you told me–you smell like your milk, you smell like you’re carrying my pup already, fuck–” he groans, hips stilling against his open legs, rutting so hard that Jeongguk thinks the alpha’s about to pop a knot right there. “Need your pussy, baby, let me wet my cock, please.”
A laugh bubbles up on his chest, his animalistic desperation feeding his ego so good that Jeongguk feels the power dripping from every pore of his skin, watching how Yoongi twitches visibly as his fingers grip from his nape, how his eyes fall closed behind his foggy glasses that Jeongguk fits over his head so he can admire properly his fucked out face, blotchy lips parted so wide he can’t help but tease his thumb around it.
He shouldn’t be surprised when Yoongi latches his mouth around it, sucking from it as if it were a pacifier.
“My cunt is yours to take, alpha,” he whispers against his bobbling chin. “You can wet your cock, relieve yourself.”
Yoongi battles his hazy eyes open, sucking harder from his finger with eager gratefulness that translates to his hands that move down his body in a rush that Jeongguk can’t even process before his pants and his underwear are down to his middle thigh, just enough to expose his glistening pussy for the alpha who doesn’t even try to push his clothes down, just taking his hard cock out to do the job.
He lets go of his digit with a pop, nuzzling his face against his palm at the same time that his cock starts to slide down between his puffy, hungry folds.
“Come on, alpha. Put that big cock inside me, fuck me like you want to get me pregnant again.”
“I do,” Yoongi says against his mouth, the tip of his cock teasingly brushing past his entrance. “I told you, I wanna give you a big pack and I’ll keep my promise.”
Yoongi slides his cock in mid-sentence, not giving him a second to adjust before he is completely buried inside him, grunts and whines tangling as their mouths try to latch clumsily.
“You can move,” he whispers, tugging from the collar of his coat until it slips a little down his back so he can get better access to the skin of his neck, “I can take you.”
“I know you can,” he gives, sliding his mouth down his jaw until he’s pulling from his earlobe, tongue dangling around the earrings until Jeongguk starts to shiver under him, his eyelids falling closed as the tingling on his entire body starts to grow heavier. “Pussy so wet for me–fuck, it’s so tight, baby.”
He blinks his eyes open, finding Yoongi’s stare already boring through him with an adoration that’s totally taken over by a primitive desire that’s not about to be turned off anytime soon, but Jeongguk knows exactly how to tame him when he gets like this.
The omega never thought he would connect with a wolf as much as he does with Yoongi’s, the sweet guard-dog traits were always a turn on for Jeongguk, but the way it extends to bed is something that never fails to sweep him off his feet, to have his belly flipping with excitement at the rough, devoted love he can’t be civil about when Jeongguk’s served for him to feast on.
Jeongguk can’t help but feed from the overwhelming might that settles warmly in his chest as the alpha starts to fuck him like they are not in a health facility, the one they work in. Like the door wasn’t unlocked for any of his coworkers to walk in for a coffee or to take a well-deserved break on the couch he’s being ravished in, like this wasn’t extremely filthy and wrong and so mind-numbingly hot that he can feel his orgasm build embarrassingly quick as the alpha grumbles incoherently against his scent gland, nipping and biting and sucking so hard that Jeongguk’s eyes roll to the back of his skull.
“Alpha,” he moans at a particularly hard bite that rips the air out of his lungs, heart racing as the feeling spreads to his pussy that clenches to the growing knot like a lifeline. “Knot me, I know you’re containing yourself for me, you don’t have to do that.”
Yoongi grunts in disapproval, fucking him harder as he tries to rip the orgasm out of him first, his mouth searching for his mouth as he ruts inside him so deeply that Jeongguk can feel the waistband of his trousers rubbing against his ass, the cloth completely wet with his slick that makes a sinful squelching sound as the thrusts grow so hard that all that comes out of his mouth are whiny moans that the alpha swallows down with his hungry, heavy tongue.
“You make such a perfect mommy, I’m so lucky to have pupped you,” he grumbles almost intelligibly, hand pressed on his still flat lower-belly, completely hazy and pussy-drunk as he keeps on nibbling from his mouth, cock impaling him with a knot so swollen that his cunt can barely adjust. “Come on, come for your alpha, baby.”
“Say it again,” he begs, feeling the orgasm hit him so hard that his entire core shakes as his cunt takes over his body. “Call me that again, please–”
“Mommy?” Yoongi wonders genuinely, borderline innocent, and the way Jeongguk’s cunt clenches around his cock and a moan gets ripped out of his very core is enough of an answer, “Yeah, you are the best mommy, baby–can’t wait to see your belly grow for me,” he gives him in a rough voice but with a kiss so tender against the edge of his mouth that Jeongguk can only melt against him, a pathetic cry slipping from his throat that he swallows down by pulling Yoongi against his hungry mouth, eating the erratic alpha that’s starting to lose his rhythm, his hand sneaking up to cup Jeongguk’s chest over his shirt, rubbing the hard nipples that are starting to swell instinctually to get ready to feed his alpha during his rut.
“Come on, alpha, you can breed me. You’ve been a good boy for me.”
The words are an instant trigger, his seed spilling inside his overstimulated cunt that clenches around it to milk every drop out of him, a hazy chuckle slipping past his throat when Yoongi lets out a sound close to a whimper, his mouth parting open in a soundless gasp as his knot pops completely from the relentless pressure around it.
It makes his insides tingle to see Yoongi’s brain turn to mush frame by frame, his eyes blanking for a second before his eyelids grow heavy, a rumbling satisfied purr sitting on his chest as he fills out his already pupped womb with his seed that Jeongguk’s cunt drinks blissfully.
“Good alpha,” Jeongguk coos, sucking from his earlobe. “I’m sorry for being so harsh on you. Even when you’re wrong, you don’t deserve how I can get, and you really didn’t deserve to find out that you’re going to be a father like that.”
Yoongi seems to be out of words still, but he pulls himself through it with a kiss that sweeps Jeongguk’s belly upside down. The way Yoongi’s tongue slides inside his mouth holds an intimate roughness that makes the omega purr with content, his arms sliding around the alpha’s neck lazily as he lets him in deeper, letting his movements speak for himself until his brain isn’t so knot-headed anymore.
Jeongguk can’t help but notice Yoongi’s knot isn’t as big as usual, as if his alpha was holding himself from hurting both him and the baby.
“You’re my omega, you can lash out at me like that from time to time. I had it coming, anyway,” Yoongi concedes in a raspy growl. “All I care about is that you’re carrying my pup inside you.”
“I’m sorry anyway,” Jeongguk insists. “I love you, alpha. I don’t want you to ever be mad at me, I don’t think I would be able to handle it.”
“I don’t think I have it in me to be mad at you,” he mumbles inside his mouth, “I love you too, and I want to be your mate, Jeongguk-ah.”
This time, the intensity of his purrs has Jeongguk’s body vibrating alongside him, urging a giggle out of his mouth that only gets kissed deeper and more urgent and wilder, as if his entire body was desperate to show his gratitude. Yoongi’s thumb flickers over his bud until he’s squirming under him, back arching as he cries against him.
“I wanna drink,” Yoongi asks, moving his hand to stimulate the other breast. “Can I?”
“I don’t have enough yet,” he says, scratching the back of Yoongi’s ear. “Besides, you’ll probably drop very hard if you taste my milk. I’d rather we go home when your knot comes down. I want to take care of you properly. You need a nice meal, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
“You’re right, baby,” Yoongi sighs against his mouth, “Just kiss me then, I need to keep my mouth busy.”
Jeongguk chuckles, tugging him down by his nape with his teeth colliding first against his parted lips.
He’s only able to measure how long they’ve been here when Yoongi’s knot slowly starts to go down, their mouths continuing to meet lazily as they let time pass by, their fingers trading through the other’s skin with a gentleness that’s making him drowsy.
Their public setting had been pushed into the background of Jeongguk’s brain until the door burst open, rousing his quiet heart that was beating along the alpha’s. Their lips still, and he’s glad that the pathetic sound he makes gets muffled by Yoongi’s mouth, who only breaks apart to sneak a glance at the intruder.
“I’m so sorry,” the girl says in a panicked voice, and Jeongguk can’t help but look at her with a sarcastic snort hanging off his throat. When their eyes meet, she closes hers tightly as a child trying to convince herself that there’s no monster in the closet. “Dr Kim told me to come here and tell you to hurry up, I didn’t know–I had a cold, and I still haven’t recovered my sense of smell. I really didn’t know–” she spits in a rush, blushing as the shame overtakes her at her overexplaining. “I’m so sorry.”
“Tell Namjoon Dr Min is leaving early with me,” Jeongguk tells her casually, but he drags Yoongi to hide against his neck and the possessiveness in his tone lingers through the feign cordiality. The alpha nips at it instinctually, starting to kiss it lazily, not even caring about the company, or trying to show him how much he doesn’t give a fuck about being found with his cock buried deep inside his cunt, even when he has a reputation to maintain. “He’s entered his rut, so we have to take a few days off, and I’m sorry about your cold. I hope you get better, Ha-Yun-ssi.”
“Thank you–I–I’ll tell him that. Okay. I’m leaving now, have fun,” she says, bowing at them with her eyes still closed. Jeongguk has to suppress a chuckle, shifting his hips up until the alpha can’t keep the growl inside his chest anymore. The girl lets out a screech at the sound, her back hitting the door as she urges to run off.
When she’s finally able to get herself out of the room, Jeongguk can’t help but giggle at the display of clumsiness with a tad of maliciousness that Yoongi gets infected with, sounding a little incredulous at his antics.
“You’re mean,” Yoongi says, matter-of-factly. Jeongguk’s about to protest when the alpha wins him to it, “but it’s very hot, I think I’m gonna pop another knot before we leave.”
“You’re not,” he huffs, cupping his face to have him look at him. “You’re gonna tuck that cock inside your pants, and we are gonna leave this place now. Your mom is picking up Jungwon-ie from school today, right? Do you think she can take care of him until your rut is over?”
“He’d love that, she’s been asking me about it since I dropped the emergency bag,” Yoongi rasps, licking his lips with a glimpse of joy, as if this was just another confirmation of how hard their lives have collided. “I can call her in the car.”
“You let me handle things today, alright? You’re not talking to your mother while your dick is still hard.”
“You have a solid point there.”
“Come on, alpha, the faster you put cock back in your pants, the faster you’ll get to drink my milk.”
Jeongguk breaks down in a fit of laughter at how fast the words make him fall into action, fixing the omega’s clothes too on the way with a newfound drive that has them stumbling out of the hallways to sneak into the elevator and down to the parking lot in less than five minutes.
“Give me the keys, I’ll drive,” Jeongguk tells him, sneaking his hands into the front pocket of the alpha’s bag to take it himself. “We’ll have to go to the grocery store first,” he says, opening the passenger door for the alpha who’s still clinging to his back like a lifeline, warm breath hitting the back of his nape.
“Just wanna go home, don’t need anything but you.”
“That’s sweet, but this is your first rut with me, and I’m not about to let you starve–and no, my milk is not enough, I know you, and I know you didn’t have breakfast or lunch either. So we need to get some steak and vegetables and that disgusting tea that you like so much–”
“Okay,” Yoongi concedes, leaving a wet kiss on his nape. “Okay, baby, let’s go then before I pop a knot right here, you’re so hot when you get bossy.”
Jeongguk lets out an endeared sigh, turning around in the alpha’s hold to manhandle him inside his car. Yoongi looks up at him, eyes glazing as he licks his lips, tugging from Jeongguk’s shirt to steal a kiss from his lips that holds a hunger that spreads down his thighs, his mind hazing for a second as the alpha’s pheromones wrap around him to lure him into his arms.
“Yah–stop that,” he whispers against his mouth, a trail of spit trailing between their lips as Jeongguk moves away reluctantly. “You already fucked me in a public place today.”
“Sorry,” he mumbles, looking slightly embarrassed. “It’s a little difficult not to get carried away when you smell like that.”
“It’s okay, alpha,” he answers, fixing Yoongi’s crooked glasses before stealing a fleeting peck from his agape lips. “Just a few minutes more and we’ll be home.”
“Please make it fast,” he asks, deflating into the seat with a pout that Jeongguk feels himself physically melt to.
He shuts the door behind the alpha, rushing to the driver’s seat to fullfill his task, fiding an urge of motivation in getting everything properly done for him, a payback for everything that he’s done, for not being able to live up to what he deserves and fucking up the best news he’d ever get to share with his alpha—he needs to make amends, and that’s what Jeongguk does. Running through the grocery store to fill out the cart mindlessly, rushing because he knew how anxious it made his alpha let him go in his state, and the thought of Yoongi locked alone in the car was unsettling enough for him to be out the door with his arms full of bags in less than fifteen minutes.
When they arrive at the apartment, Jeongguk sets the alpha on the living room couch that’s big enough to make a tiny nest with the piles of clothes, blankets and pillows that he steals from their room, which is too secluded from the kitchen for the omega to be comfortable settling the alpha there until he’s finally done with everything that he needs to get done. It was difficult to convince Yoongi to stay still at first; he had to ease him down with soft kisses and force a strong calming scent that put the alpha in a state of relaxation that had him dozing off with Jeongguk still nibbling from his jaw.
So he calls Yoongi’s mom, constantly checking on the alpha that’s still asleep on the couch while Jeongguk stores the groceries he doesn’t need on the cabinet as he makes a plan with his mother-in-law who sounds reassuringly happy to be in charge of his grandchild for a couple of days; so that’s one thing less to worry about, even if he still has to call back later to speak to his child to explain what’s happening for himself.
For now, Jeongguk goes back to his task of cooking for Yoongi, brewing the herbal tea and chopping the meat and vegetables as silently as possible not to interrupt the light sleep the alpha’s succumbed to, knowing that when he wakes up, he’ll probably demand to be attended.
He’s storing the clean utensils back on the drawers when his eyes catch on something he’s been ignoring for years, its existence completely forgotten after his baby was big enough not to need his milk anymore.
Jeongguk moves almost instinctually, his mind only realising what he’s doing when he’s throwing the wet towel he used to clean it up before lifting off his shirt enough to latch the pump to his swollen breast, sitting on the stool as he lets the entire day start to wash over him in a soothing feeling that’s nothing like the weariness he’s been carrying lately, but a deep and reassuring satisfaction of being a good mate even if it didn’t start exactly like that.
He never thought he would have found himself in this place once again, he was so angry with life the moment he had Jungwon that he started to despise the thought of everything that pregnancy entails—the loneliness, the pain, the frustration. And now he’s back at it again, pregnant with another baby and Jeongguk doesn’t even need time to go by to know that this will be different, that all the misconceptions he had are about to get buried ten feet under ground. They probably already are. Who is he kidding? Breast-pumping not even for his baby that’s too tiny to be producing milk for, but for his alpha that needs it dearly, like any human needs air and water, he needs Jeongguk as a basic necessity, and who is the omega to deny his alpha of anything when all he’s ever done was care for him?
The only sounds filling the static silence are the sizzling of the steak and the milk that’s dripping into the cup, relieving the tight pressure on his chest that he didn’t even realize was starting to get so uncomfortable with the need to be released, when he hears a low, groggy grunt calling his name from the living room.
“Jeongguk-ah,” he calls again, and this time Jeongguk peeks his head from the threshold, trying to hide the embarrassment that’s creeping through him at the thought of Yoongi finding him extracting his milk for him.
“I’ll be right there,” he says, but Yoongi’s face is buried against the pillow that’s tucked at the edge of the nest. “I just have to set the plates, and I’ll be with you.”
“‘kay,” he grumbles, “let me help you.”
“No!” He screeches, biting down on his lip as the pressure on his sensitive nipple sends a shiver down his back. “Let me do this for you, please. It’s just five minutes.”
“Five minutes and I’m going to get you,” Yoongi states almost childishly, and the omega sighs in relief as he backs down.
Jeongguk rushes around the kitchen, unlatching from the pump faster than he would have liked to, but he guesses the alpha can finish taking what’s left and evening out his other breast that’s still swollen from being left unattended, but for the moment, what he got is more than enough for what he needs it for.
So he gets the steak and the vegetables into a plate, cursing under his breath when he realizes that he forgot the rice, which has his scent souring pathetically at the thought of not being able to do things properly for his mate. How can he be a good mother for his pup if he can’t even remember such a simple thing? He tries not to get it into his head, going back to his task of carefully pouring the tea and mixing it with his milk before placing it on a side, but his giddiness has been washed to the floor with disappointment.
“Your five minutes are up,” Yoongi grumbles, latching onto his back with a playful bite on his nape. Jeongguk startles, but he leans into him with a sigh of relief. “Why is your shirt half off?”
Jeongguk grunts under his breath, his cheeks burning at the thought of having to explain. So he doesn’t, he just lifts his hands up and lets the alpha finish the work of taking it off, his hands instantly cupping his hips, slender fingers brushing over his belly button protectively.
“I forgot about the rice, I’m sorry,” he whispers, letting the alpha chin the crook of his shoulder to scent him, the temperature of his body so high that Jeongguk can feel his skin starting to sweat where they are connected.
“I don’t care about rice,” Yoongi grumbles, nuzzling under his ear with a low growl bubbling on his throat. “I just want you to go back to the nest with me.”
“I know, I just–” he sighs, tilting his head to the side to look back at the alpha whose eyes open heavily at his attention before drooping back again, his snout colliding against Jeongguk’s jaw. “You are always taking care of me, I just wanted to give you something back.”
“That’s nonsense, you–you think you’re not giving me anything? That you’re not taking care of me?” Yoongi sounds slightly in disbelief, more alert than he’s been for a couple of hours. “Jeongguk-ah, I’m not gonna let you imply my omega is neglecting me. Even if you’re said omega,” his teeth scratch his chin playfully, hands moving up to his waist so slowly Jeongguk shivers under his touch. “I’m the most spoiled alpha in this entire world just for having you next to me.”
“You just… you give me so much,” he whispers, ripping a low, playful growl Yoongi.
“You’ve given me a child already, and you’re bearing my pup now,” Yoongi answers, his stare piercing through Jeongguk with an intensity that steals the air from his lungs. “You’re giving me more than I could ever give you.”
“Alpha,” he moans breathlessly, their lips brushing tentatively before they crush in a languid, wet kiss that has Yoongi grumbling happily against his mouth, his sneaky fingers threading up his sides until they are brushing under Jeongguk’s chest, having him shiver at the anticipation.
“You smell so sweet,” Yoongi says before tugging from his underlip, “Are you milking for alpha, baby?”
“Yeah,” he nods, licking his swollen lips at the thought of what he just did, how intimate and borderline dirty it makes him feel to empty himself to fill his mate out. “I’m ready to feed you well.”
“That’s much better than white rice,” he jokes, making Jeongguk huff with embarrassment. “And you think you’re not taking care of me when you could keep me alive just with your body.”
His hands move up to cup his tits so fast that Jeongguk can’t help the sinful moan that echoes through the room, his nipple so sensitive from the pumping that it goes straight to his cunt that’s wetting so fast it’s starting to make him feel dizzy.
“We have to eat first,” he states breathlessly, grasping the last of his sanity he has left. “Real food.”
“Do you think they’ll get much bigger?” Yoongi asks, staring down, completely transfixed by how his hands sit on his chest, his fingers squishing around so diligently that Jeongguk would laugh if it wasn’t taking everything in him not to whimper.
“I know they will, I’ve been pregnant before, remember? They were twice the size, and with how much you like to play with them, I’m pretty sure they’ll grow even more.”
“Fuck,” Yoongi groans, his hard cock sitting right under Jeongguk’s ass as he starts to rut himself languidly, panting behind his ear with desperation. “Fuck, baby, can’t wait to see you all full of me.” His tone has shifted, turning rougher as he bends Jeongguk until he has to steady himself with his palms against the counter, lips parting as the alpha punches the air out of his lungs, starting to frantically rut against him. “Pupped and swollen just for alpha, fuck–” one of his hands slides down to Jeongguk’s lower belly to keep him steady as he searches his own release blindly, the other one still gripping to Jeongguk’s chest like a lifeline, a drop of colostrum falling to the alpha’s fingers that’s high on his climax to catch it as the omega fights for a
breath of air that he can’t reach, the air turning even stuffier as the musk from the alpha’s spunk fills out the room.
The ragged breaths on his nape turn to frantic snouting, his hard cock still sitting too close to Jeongguk’s gaping cunt, the fabric of their clothes so damp it makes the friction even more difficult to ignore the way that his clit throbs every time the tip kisses it, the way his legs are starting to turn to jelly with how much he wants to be taken.
“Alpha,” he calls after taking a few long, deep breaths to calm himself from spiralling down next to him. “Feeling better?”
“Mhm,” Yoongi concedes, standing straight and taking Jeongguk’s melting body with him. “A little.”
“A little?” He huffs in disbelief, trying to shake himself out of his own lingering heat that’s sending shocks from his lower belly to his fogged-up brain that’s trying hard to get high on the pheromones.
“Wanna wet my cock again,” he says almost timidly, and Jeongguk has to bite his lips to keep himself straight. “Need to put my seed in you, pup you up again.”
“You will,” Jeongguk states, his voice much firmer than it was seconds ago. “But we are eating first.”
“Just one knot?” His pouty mouth rubs wetly against the crook of his neck.
Jeongguk thinks he’s going to pass out from how much he wants to succumb to it.
“Are you really going to let the food your pregnant omega prepared for you go to waste?” He asks, playing a dirty card, knowing that it will get Yoongi moving faster than anything else.
“Of course not,” he grumbles, “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Good boy,” he croons, leaving a soft peck on his commissures that has the alpha’s chest rumbling with joy. “Can you take the tray to the living room for me? I’ll take the tea, I don’t want it to spill.”
“Why did you make tea to go with–”
“Alpha,” Jeongguk stops him, guiding Yoongi’s hand by the hold on his wrists to unwrap him from his waist and take his hands to the tray. “Do as I say, will you?”
“Yeah, yes, baby,” he nods, brushing his nose against his cheek and down his neck before leaving a wet kiss on his shoulder.
He takes a second to recollect himself before grabbing the cup in his hand and rushing out of the kitchen, forcing the alpha to follow behind him. Jeongguk takes a seat on the floor right in front of the coffee table, not wanting to risk messing up the nest with any fluids that don’t come out of their bodies.
“Thank you, omega,” Yoongi says when he drops to his knees by his side after leaving the tray, crawling into his place to nuzzle their noses together. “It smells amazing.”
“Don’t thank me until you’ve tried it.”
“Let me, please,” Yoongi insists, sliding his hand to his nape to tilt his head up until their lips are brushing. “I feel like I’ll go mad if you don’t touch me first.”
Jeongguk tugs from his shirt until their mouths clash together. The alpha’s pent-up energy starts to grow as he seems unable to get satisfied enough to let go, wrapping himself around his waist until the omega’s being draped over his lap, a low moan tangled in their heavy tongues when his sore nipples brush against the fabric of his shirt.
“Why are you still dressed?” He huffs, starting to unbutton the alpha’s shirt without really moving away from his lips. “These should be in the nest.”
“Thought you’d want me to wait,” Yoongi answers breathlessly, rutting his hips up, not really helping Jeongguk with his case.
“Well, you’re not very good at waiting, aren’t you, alpha? Using me in the kitchen to get off like a pup that hasn’t learnt how to control himself,” Yoongi blushes so brightly it spreads to his neck, his eyes glistening with heat and embarrassment all the same. “Just…” Jeongguk grumbles, tugging from the fabric until the alpha’s back separates from the couch to rip the shirt off, throwing it inside the nest before his palms fall over his shoulders, pushing him to rest back against the furniture, his eyes starting to droop again behind his foggy glasses, puffy lips so blotched that they have his gums twitching with hunger, his muscles slightly more ripped as the wolf start to take over his human side, buffening up his chest and his arms and thickening his neck a little bit too. “I’m so fucking lucky, aren’t I?”
Their lips seal again before the alpha has the time to gather himself, their hands fidgeting between their bodies to rip each other's pants down, a mess of limbs that has them grunting and moaning and whining as their hands sneak into places that have their brains melting with the heat.
“Alpha, wait,” he sighs as Yoongi keeps rutting his cock against the swell of his ass teasingly. “The food will run cold,” he whimpers, frustrated that he let himself get carried away before he could take care of him properly.
“Cockwarm me, please,” Yoongi asks, his palms moving up and down his sides so slowly it has Jeongguk shivering until he’s melting under his chest. “And we can eat like that.”
“That sounds actually very nice,” he concedes, rubbing the tip of their noses together and watching Yoongi’s eyes disappear behind the fog of his glass. Jeongguk sighs, finally taking them off with a bit of reluctance, dropping them blindly on the coffee table behind him. “Promise you won’t get carried away?”
“I promise. You’re eating for two now. Yours and the pups’ health go first,” he says, his tone almost guttural as one of his hands settles around his waist to lift him up slightly, the other sliding between his legs to align the tip of his cock against Jeongguk’s wet, gaping hole that’s dripping drops of Yoongi’s own spunk over him.
“Put it in then,” he mewls, parting his thighs wider so his hips drop enough for the tip to go past the ring of his entrance, the stretch sending a wave of arousal that has him gasping for air.
He sinks down slowly, hiding his face against the crook of the alpha’s neck to take in his scent, letting it lure under his skin as he tries to calm his ragged breaths. The alpha’s cock twitches inside him, but not once he makes a single move that indicates Jeongguk he’s going to break his promise.
Jeongguk feels, selfishly, that right now this might be more difficult on him than on the alpha who’s moving on instinct; he doesn’t have to think, he just follows his commands and answers to the omega who’s fighting every ounce of hunger in his body not to start moving his hips on the cock that’s stretching him so good he wants to forget about everything else desperately. But he needs to care for his alpha first, even if it has his cunt crying tears of neglect down his thighs.
“Do you think you can get the table closer?” Jeongguk asks softly, fingers twitching over the alpha’s shoulder as he tries to calm down the heat that’s spreading down his back, “Should have thought about it sooner.”
Yoongi hums, arm wrapping so tightly around his waist that it rips the little air that he has left in his lungs as the alpha leans in so he can reach it with his other hand, tugging it so close that the wood hits Jeongguk’s back.
He takes one of the plates without Jeongguk having to say anything first, and the omega is fast to get the chopsticks, taking a big piece of steak before lifting it between their faces.
The alpha looks up at him expectantly, furrowing his brows slightly as Jeongguk doesn’t take the bite to his mouth.
“Open up, alpha,” he asks, an endeared smile tugging from his commissures. “Show me your tongue.”
A blush climbs through his face, his eyes widening for a second before parting his mouth for him, drooping eyes barely open as they watch Jeongguk feed with the professionalism of someone who’s had to battle against tantrums to get the task done. This is much easier, the alpha chews diligently with the satisfaction pouring from every particle of his face, his knot getting bigger by the second just from being fed.
He’s such a good boy for Jeongguk. Such a good alpha.
Fingers wrap around his wrist when he’s lifting the chopsticks between them to keep on feeding him, the touch gently twisting his path to lead it into Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Eat, please,” Yoongi asks in a rough tone, his instincts taking over him like a tsunami. “I’ve had enough. This is for you and the pup.”
Jeongguk preens at the words, nodding slightly in approval to let the alpha lead the way, his lips staying wrapped around the chopstick for longer than necessary under the alpha’s dark stare that seems completely transfixed, far away from this earth yet so close to him.
At some point, Yoongi’s fingers manage to steal the utensils from him to take over, not once taking a bite for himself, which makes Jeongguk’s omega twist with a rejection that has him feeling slightly childish.
“I made this for you,” he groans, stealing the barely empty plate from the alpha’s hands. “You’re making me eat all of it, don’t you like it?”
The alpha frowns, confused at the sudden distress from the omega, but his eyes quickly soften with recognition.
“I do,” he grumbles, nuzzling Jeongguk’s chin, trying to lift his sudden sour mood. “Alpha just needs you to eat first, please. It’d make me feel much fuller to know that you’re getting all the nutrients that you need.”
“But you need the energy too,” he whispers, trying to fight a battle he knows is useless when the alpha’s need to care is already so latent when his instincts are not so out in the flesh.
“I can get that from somewhere else,” Yoongi insists, and when his free hand fits on his waist for a second, Jeongguk believes he’s about to start fucking him right there, but he just stretches for the other plate, his eyes boring through him with animalistic urges he didn’t even know could be felt so deeply.
Jeongguk sighs, chinning the side of his jaw before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Come on, feed me if that’s what you want, alpha,” he says, and he swears that the alpha purrs at the words. “Calm your needs.”
The moment passes for Jeongguk in a weird blur, just dropping into Yoongi’s care that slips inside his skin and bones with an intensity that has him feeling fuzzy and warm and stuffed to the point that he feels he’s going to pass out, his eyelids starting to weigh more and more as the alpha keeps on pressing bite after bite inside his mouth.
“Full,” he groans, shaking his head slightly as Yoongi tries to sneak another bite into his mouth. “Too full,” and Jeongguk isn’t sure he’s really talking about the food anymore. Yoongi’s knot has grown so big and he didn’t even notice when it happened, forcing Jeongguk’s cunt to adjust to the way that he’s splitting him open to the point that his vision blanks, his forehead dropping against the alpha’s jaw.
Yoongi hums groggily, hiding his face against his chin as he drops the dish on the table. A clinking sound fills the room, and the alpha curses under his breath, his scent souring slightly with worry.
“I slipped a little bit of the tea, sorry,” the alpha says, and Jeongguk’s heart races at the reminder. “It’s gone cold, though.”
Jeongguk lets out a distressed whimper that has the alpha stiffening under him, all his senses on high alert as the omega’s scent turns sour with frustration. He had completely forgotten about the tea, and now everything that he’s done has gone to waste because he just can’t get the timing right.
Yoongi laps over his scent gland, trying to calm him down, leaning in until he’s completely trapped against his chest so close he could get the alpha’s heart rhythm—so Jeongguk can feel his throat gulp against his shoulder and his chest accelerating, and his scent turning so warm Jeongguk feels like his flesh is going to melt over him.
“Is this…?” Yoongi grumbles, his hips buckling unconsciously under him when Jeongguk nods timidly, the embarrassment of his instincts blooming, taking over him, “Fuck… baby–”
“It probably tastes like shit now,” he whines, letting out a deep sigh. Yoongi moves back, resting his back against the edge of the couch so Jeongguk can’t really hide from him.
“Taste it,” Yoongi says, moving the cup towards Jeongguk with a side smirk that has him growing flustered. As if he didn’t have his cock buried inside him, his knot at the verge of popping, his pup growing inside his womb.
“It’s for you, I don’t need to drink my own milk.”
“But I want you to,” the alpha insists, licking his lips with a glisten in his eyes that has Jeongguk taking the barely warm cup in his hands. “I want you to know how sweet you taste for me.”
“I’ve tried it before,” he says stubbornly, “It’s not that sweet.”
Yoongi doesn’t say anything, he just stares at his lips waiting for Jeongguk to feed from himself, making him feel perverted as their eyes keep locked throughout the moment. His eyes widen with shock, the sugary taste so strong that he feels the urge to keep on drinking even when the temperature is not right, and he’s stealing from the alpha it belongs to.
“You can have more if you want,” Yoongi tells him, because that’s how much of a good alpha he is, but Jeongguk can’t. He can see the way he’s salivating, his tongue peaking from the corner of his mouth way too often, his eyes fixed on the cup as if it held liquid gold.
“It wasn’t this sweet the first time I was pregnant,” Jeongguk confesses, the words slipping out of his mouth as he extends the cup back to Yoongi’s fingers that intertwine over his, not letting him let go.
“It got sweeter with time,” Yoongi confesses back, causing his heart to skip a beat. “I think that might be my fault, actually.”
“Mmm, alpha’s moulding me for him? Is that what you’re implying?” He teases, and Yoongi’s eyes widen at the words, his cock twitching inside his cunt. “Drink,” he demands, taking the cup closer to his face until the porcelain is hitting his puffy lips. “Then you can let go,” he adds, slipping his fingers out of his hold to caress him down his arms and to his shoulders until he’s digging deep in the back of his head, massaging his scalp gently. “You can mount me however you want when you’re done.”
It takes him less than thirty seconds to finish it, overpowering him as if he just drank some magic potion that’s opening up the gates of his rut. His hands are firmer when they fall back on his hips, his lips are moist and hungrier than they were before when they find the way to his jaw, his knot swelling so much that Jeongguk can’t help but let out a sinful moan that rips the thick air in two, snapping the alpha into action.
The omega yelps in surprise as Yoongi lifts them both into the nest swiftly, rolling him on his back until Jeongguk’s trapped on his back against the mattress, his cunt clenching around the alpha so tightly that his tongue stops lapping over his skin for a second.
“Did you use it all?” Yoongi rasps, knowing the answer already, judging by the way he moves down to his left breast that is still swollen and probably dripping with a scent only accessible for his alpha’s drunk, predatory nostrils.
“See for yourself,” Jeongguk dares softly, fingers scratching on his nape encouragingly. “Take what you need from me, alpha. Let me take care of you.”
Jeongguk watches Yoongi take him as he pleases, his omega preening on his chest as the alpha’s eyes droop, and a grunt reverberates on his throat when the milk starts pouring out under his skilful fingers that have perfected the art of getting the omega to lactate even when it wasn’t actually needed. He’s pretty sure that Yoongi has made his breasts grow even more sensitive than they already were with how obsessed he is with the pair; he wouldn’t be too surprised, given how much he messed with his body chemicals to the point of changing his flavour.
He finds it equally as hot as endearing—maybe a little bit hotter, actually, with the way that his thrusts grow desperate for release like a dog in heat, which he literally kind of is right now, rutting and growling as he sucks from his nipple like a big pup that’s been starving for weeks. But it’s actually quite endearing too, how he doesn’t care about losing all his cool when it’s time for nursing from his omega, just an alpha deprived of any sense of shame as he takes what’s his.
The omega spreads his fingers through his messy strands that are spiking from playing with them that much, his cunt clenching around the alpha’s cock that keeps driving inside him with mindless thrusts, his knot feels like it’s about to pop, but he seems much too worried about drying Jeongguk’s tits, filling his tummy with his sweet milk seems to always be his priority whenever he has him under him.
A screech fills the room when Yoongi’s fangs scratch around his sensitive aureola unexpectedly, sending a shiver down his body that falls into a state of vulnerability that the alpha seems completely aware of, taking advantage of it to push him over the edge, sucking hard enough that Jeongguk starts to shake and tug from his strands, slamming into his pussy with a force that burns his loins until he bursts down, tensing all around the big pup that soothes him down with his steady hands anchoring him by the waist as he keeps pumping in the search of his own release, not once stopping from abusing Jeongguk’s tit that’s starting to feel sore from the constant nibbling.
“Fuck–fuck, alpha,” he whines, the knot growing so big that his vision goes blank for a second. “Just breed me, pup me up again,” he pleads non-sensically, and Yoongi is a good alpha, the best alpha really, so he follows Jeongguk’s command almost immediately, like he was just crafted for his orders, to live his life adapting to Jeongguk because that’s just how Yoongi’s alpha is wired to act around his omega.
He yanks him up by his hair in a desperate need for a second, a whimper falling from the alpha’s parted lips that are shiny with spit, the white fluid that sits on his commisures gets quickly cleaned by his hungry tongue that laps around his own mouth like he’s savouring the taste.
“Good alpha,” he croons, letting himself take in the sight over him as he catches his breath. “Feeling satisfied having your knot all wet?”
Yoongi collapses over him with a pleased grunt, panting lips in a breathless, desperate kiss that has spit running down Jeongguk’s chin, the sweet taste of himself impregnated in every corner of the alpha’s mouth, but Jeongguk needs more than the knot that’s warming his insides. A sudden sense of territoriality washing over him again—his belly is full of this alpha, his cunt is throbbing around him and Jeongguk’s never thought he could be so happy like this, being so intimate with someone that’s so infatuated with him he can’t physically contain himself when he’s around, falling victim of the overwhelming feeling has his instincts like a heavy storm that’s washes any other thought than the urge to possess.
“Alpha,” he says, tugging from his strands to pull a reluctant Yoongi from his mouth. “My alpha, show me your teeth again.”
He bares his teeth, just showing him just the fangs before trying to dive back into his mouth blindly, but Jeongguk stops him by his hold, his scent taking an overpowering twist that has the alpha’s nostrils flaring, eyelids closing as the rest of his alpha teeth start to come out under the omega’s enthralled sight, his mouth watering at the thought of those sharp canines corrupting his skin.
“Come here,” Jeongguk says, leading his head down gently until his nose hits the crook of his neck, all of his body tensing for a second as Jeongguk’s scent blooms the strongest to dig so deep inside his brain he can’t think about anything else but take. He whimpers when Jeongguk presses him down further, his arms wrapping around him tightly as he buries his face against his shoulder, drops of drool trailing down his skin as he pants hungrily like a hunter that’s about to take the first bite after running behind its prey for too long. “You won’t do it unless I say so, won’t you?”
Yoongi makes a pitiful sound from the back of his throat, making the omega preen at the animalistic response.
“Omega,” he groans, the languid lap of his tongue having him shudder visibly. “You’re in charge,” he states, his hold getting impossibly tighter around him. “But please–”
“Bite,” he commands, because even if he likes how desperate the alpha’s getting, he doesn’t think he can stand caging his desire for another second. “Claim me, alpha. Take what’s yours.”
Yoongi only gives a few laps over the scent gland as a warning, too drunk to make the moment linger for longer, his teeth sinking with a force that has Jeongguk screaming from the top of his lungs as the pain blinds his body completely, his limbs falling lax as he can only fixate on the latent pain that’s spreading throughout his shoulder.
The alpha’s still latching hungrily to his scent gland when the pain starts to subside, turning into an soothing fire that turns the silent tears into overwhelmed sobs that have him shaking, trembling hands latching to the thick shoulders that feel like jelly under his touch.
When his teeth break away from his skin, Jeongguk’s sure he can feel him settling inside his chest like he’s lived within his soul all along, and it takes just a moment to notice that all the overwhelming warmth and happiness and fulfilment that he feels is not just his anymore.
“My alpha,” he sighs, leaving a soft kiss on his sweaty temple. “I’m so glad you found me.”
“I love you,” Yoongi says in a deep, low grunt that has the omega mewling in response as the alpha keeps on leaving wet kisses around his work.
“I love you too,” he giggles, playfully biting around his jaw as it starts to fully sink in his veins with maniacal joy. “You’re fully mine now, my alpha.”
Yoongi growls happily as he keeps on catching the bloody drops that tickle down his throat. Suddenly, he stops his work to lift his head from his hiding, looking up at Jeongguk with glassy, red-rimmed eyes and matching crimson lips that send a wave of arousal down to his cunt, “You’re gonna mark me too… right?”
Jeongguk huffs, shaking his head in endearment before stealing a kiss from his bloody lips.
“I can’t believe you’re asking,” he whines, but he can’t shake the smile off his face. “As if I’m letting you walk into that hospital unmarked again. You’re mine, I’m just letting you have your moment right now, but as soon as you’re done, I’m gonna mark you so everyone’s gonna know that attending doctor Min Yoongi is taken, and the mark is gonna be so dirty that the omegas are gonna get scared–umhf–”
The metallic taste rips him out of his thoughts, tongue lapping inside his mouth with a lingering cocky smile that leaves Jeongguk at a loss for words.
“Feisty omega,” Yoongi grumbles, tugging from his underlip with his fangs still bared. “What would I do without you?”
;
They’ve just finished eating dinner, Jeongguk’s belly feeling extra-full with the two giant servings the alpha made sure he ate under the vigilant stare that had him rolling his eyes, to the point he had to kick his calves under the table to make him relent and not to scold him out loud in front of Jungwon, who rushed through his plate to run to his playstation and wait for Yoongi to go play with him, unaware of the tension from the rut still lingering in the air.
He’s not yet pictured the change in the air, too giddy to come back and find a full banquet and the promise of staying up until midnight. A promise with hidden intentions that has Jeongguk’s heart fluttering with anxiety—Jungwon is his mother’s son, after all, there’s no way to escape from the dramatic fit they’ll have to face.
He can hear the laundry machine running with the dirty sheets from the rut as he sprawls his body on the couch, watching his son settle everything with a giddiness that Jeongguk already feels guilty for stealing away when he’s so excited to just have some quality time with them after being away from home for two days.
Yoongi throws himself next to him, and Jeongguk’s about to ask him to call it off for the night when Jungwon lets out a gasp of surprise that has both of them looking with worry, his wide, doe eyes looking at Jeongguk’s throat where the collar of the worn-out shirt he stole from Yoongi is letting his bruised skin out in the open, fucking up all of Jeongguk’s plans.
“Mom, is that a mating mark?” Jeongguk nods, shifting into the couch until he is leaning against the alpha, who presses his snot on his chin to encourage him to go on.
At the beginning, the displays of affection in front of Jungwon made Jeongguk stiff with worry and an embarrassment that slowly faded away when he realized his son didn’t bat an eye at it, probably too used to Jeongguk’s friends being all over each other all the time—but Jeongguk’s his mother, and his insecurities about Jungwon are always going to be his weakest spot, even if now he has an alpha supporting him throughout every step.
“Yeah, baby. Wanna see?” He asks, tapping his lap with a timid smile. His son rushes to him, climbing to sit over him with curious eyes, never leaving his neck.
“It’s very ugly,” he declares after a few seconds, making Jeongguk break out in laughter while Yoongi gasps with actual offence. “Jimin-Hyung’s doesn’t look that bad.”
“Hey!” He says, frowning at him. “I made that, it’s just looking like that because it’s still healing.”
“It’s still ugly, Dad,” Jungwon shrugs, his sassy personality having no limits now that Yoongi’s around so much that their trust has gone through the roof. Suddenly, his face lights up as he inspects Yoongi as if trying to search for an answer. “Do you have one, too?”
Yoongi hums, moving slightly away from them to pull his shirt down enough to show the mark still burning bright on his shoulder, the bruises spreading farther down his neck because of his pale, pristine skin that’s taken the abuse harsher than Jeongguk’s.
“Does it hurt?” He wonders suddenly, looking at both of them with a growing worry, brows furrowed, and lips puckered in a pout so cute that Jeongguk can’t help but squeeze his cheek.
“It’s just sore now,” he confesses, “but there are ways to make it better, our bodies are prepared for this, it’s really not that bad.”
“Do you know what this means?” Yoongi asks carefully, his hand moving to cup Jeongguk’s neck, thumb tracing around the sensitive skin in awe.
“That you’re officially my dad?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi smiles so big that his cheeks puff, making Jeongguk’s heart skip a beat at the sight. “It means your mom and I are bonded now too, I belong to him and he belongs to me.”
Jungwon scowls at the choice of words, and the way he glares at Yoongi tells Jeongguk that his suspicions were right, his baby is going to turn out to be an alpha.
“Mom was mine first,” he says in a tiny growl that has Yoongi scoffing at the defiance, puffing his chest slightly to play along with him.
“Too bad for you, buddy, but you have to share him now,” he ruffles the boy’s hair until he squirms away, still looking quite displeased. “But nothing has to change between us, you know? I will never take your mom from you.”
Jeongguk clears his throat, snapping Yoongi’s attention from the child to try to send him a silent message that leaves the alpha gaping for a few seconds, the same worry Jeongguk holds on his chest crossing through his eyes for a second before turning into a steady determination that relieves the pressure off of his chest.
“Actually, there is one thing that is going to change,” Yoongi states, his hand spreading protectively over his belly. “You’re going to have a little brother or sister.”
Jungwon looks at him in silence for a few seconds, his eyes growing in bewilderment as they dart down to Jeongguk’s belly as if he could see right through it.
“I don’t want a brother,” he groans, eyes turning glassy so fast that it makes Jeongguk’s stomach tie in knots. “I want a sister. I don’t want another boy here, boys are annoying.”
A borderline manic laughter of relief blurts out of Jeongguk at his son’s words, his hand wrapping around his frame to press him tight against, the alpha draping his hand around them to lock them in a puppy pile.
“You know what? I hope it’s a sister too, baby,” Jeongguk confesses, leaving a kiss on his temple. “But we can’t really choose that.”
“It’s not fair,” he whines, and suddenly the temperature in the room gets so warm that Jeongguk has trouble breathing, his eyes falling to Yoongi, who’s looking at them both with a dripping fondness that he doesn’t even seem to notice through his haze, the remains of the rut still running deep inside his bones.
“I promise you I’ll give you a daughter and a sister,” Yoongi tells them after a while, his tone raspy with the purr that bubbles on his chest. Jeongguk slides his hand through his strands, scratching right under his ear until the alpha’s chest starts to vibrate under his spell. “Even if it’s not now, I promise I’ll give you one one day. I’ll even get us a big house with a garden for the pups and the pets, I could build a lounge and a barbecue too…” Yoongi sighs, lost in his daydream. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You’re just searching for excuses to form a pack,” Jeongguk jokes, looking away to hide the endearment that’s twisting all the muscles in his face, but the alpha follows him until he’s tucked against his neck, “Where am I going to fit someone else all over me? I barely have any space left with you two,” he sighs dramatically, and it has both of them cuddling further in his arms.
“Dad,” Jungwon whispers after a while, “I’m not sharing my playstation with them, they’ll have to buy one themselves.”
“You’re quite a possessive pup, aren’t you?” He teases, looking at Jeongguk with a shit-eating grin that he wishes he could tame with his own mouth, “I wonder where you got that from.”