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The charity banquet was everything Namjoon wanted. He was donating his private collection to the museum and wanted to host a big event in celebration. The money from the banquet would go directly to the museum and continue on the children’s program there, instilling a love for art into hundreds of excited elementary school pups for years to come.
But his scent kept souring. And he bit back from whining the whole night. Why?
Because despite attending with his wonderful omega husband Kim Seokjin, they barely spoke the whole night. Even at dinner, Seokjin was sitting next to him but animatedly talking with the other guests and entertaining with his warm laugh and jokes. His wine glass was even left untouched from how much he was talking and enjoying himself.
Namjoon should be celebrating, but here he was in an uninspired conversation with the museum curator and one of his best friends Kim Taehyung who kept noticing him drift off to look at his omega.
“Hyung, I’m going to say this as politely as I can,” Namjoon glanced at Taehyung who was looking over at Seokjin with him. Could the beta quit it? Seokjin was his , “But I think you should go home.”
“What?” Namjoon jostled the champagne flute he was holding, almost spilling it, “Why?”
“I think you might be a little agitated.”
“Agitated? Taehyung-ah, I’m feeling fine. It’d be rude of me to leave my own banquet so early.”
“Namjoon, you’ve been glaring at every person who’s talked with Seokjin this evening and are even starting to get mad at me ,” Taehyung gestured to Namjoon’s tense shoulders, proving his point.
“I- I’m sorry about that,” Namjoon exhaled harshly to relax himself, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I don’t want to whisk Seokjin away when he’s enjoying himself. I can wait it out until the night is done.”
Taehyung sighed, looking around and searching for someone. When he found the person he was looking for, he waved them over. Namjoon blushed, feeling embarrassed that Taehyung called his omega mate Jimin over to nag him more. Jimin’s sweet cream puff scent wafted through the air as he came out with two flutes of champagne.
“Hey you two,” he smiled, “I was just about to go over to Seokjin-hyung with this champagne. Did you need something, honey?” Jimin looked over at Taehyung, curious.
“Can you bring Jin over here? Namjoon isn’t feeling well,” Taehyung slapped his hand onto Namjoon’s forehead as if he was checking the temperature. Namjoon made a disgruntled grumble. But he didn’t see the way Taehyung was gesturing to Namjoon and trying to give a subtle signal to Jimin about Namjoon’s condition.
Jimin’s eyes lit up, “Oh, of course! I’ll be right back.”
Waiting for Seokjin to walk over felt like an eternity. Namjoon didn’t even bother trying to talk to Taehyung anymore, focusing on his omega in the beautiful gray suit with a blue tie and his hair slicked back walking over to them with Jimin trying to offer him a glass of champagne that he kept declining. Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off of him.
“I’m okay. I drank enough tonight,” Seokjin assured, declining the champagne once again.
“What a lie! You didn’t even touch your wine glass earlier!” Jimin rolled his eyes.
Namjoon lost his breath. Wow his omega was so beautiful. So perfect. So elegant and wonderful. Seokjin walked up to him, a furrow in his brow and concern laced on his face. He cupped Namjoon’s face in his hands and looked over Namjoon as the other couple watched, nosey.
“We’re going home, now,” Seokjin insisted, letting his hands fall and grabbing Namjoon’s hand to pull him out of the banquet hall.
“Huh?” Namjoon heard Taehyung and Jimin saying goodbye and waving them away as Seokjin pulled him along, “Now?”
“Yes, now Namjoon.”
“We can stay a little longer, I’m okay,”
They finally made it out of the main room. Seokjin pulled them into a small divot of the hallway, in front of the locked janitor’s closet door. He cupped Namjoon’s face again, pulling him down to whisper in his ear.
“Joonie, you’re going into a rut.”
“What? It isn’t supposed to be here until next week.”
“It must have come early,” Seokjin sighed and muttered to himself, “I think I know what caused it.”
“Huh?”
“It’s fine. Let’s get home before it hits fully, okay?”
“Okay, but uh, I have to call people then to cancel pl-”
Seokjin placed a finger over Namjoon’s lips to silence him, “I’ll do that, you just relax. Can you do that for me, Joonie?”
“Mm, okay. I can.”
When they got home, Namjoon couldn’t stop scenting Seokjin. The suppressants he usually used were worn off completely now, allowing Namjoon to enjoy the sweet scent of berries. It paired nicely with Namjoon’s strong woodsy scent, making the apartment smell like a lush forest path. Namjoon nosed further down Seokjin’s neck, sensing his scent getting stronger closer to his stomach. The scent was sweeter and creamier. Namjoon would’ve been confused if it hadn’t smelt so heavenly.
“Joonie?”
“Mmm?”
Namjoon looked up at Seokjin, his beautiful Seokjin. His special, amazing, wonderful, fantastic, one of a kind-
“I’m going to grab something really quick, can you wait here for me?”
Namjoon kissed Seokjin’s lips lightly, forcing himself not to linger so Seokjin could let go easily. When he pulled away, he smiled at him, “Sure.”
Seokjin ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek before standing up to walk down the hallway. Namjoon sat on the couch, trying to be discreet with how he was leaning into the spot where Seokjin sat. How did three minutes feel like forever? He waited and waited and waited, giving up on being subtle and full on pressing his face against the part of the couch Seokjin was just sitting on. If he wasn’t as close to rut, he would’ve felt embarrassed, but Seokjin’s berry scent was so heavenly and sweet. He stayed sniffing them until Seokjin came back, his hands behind his back. Namjoon looked up at him smiling.
“Hi Jinnie.”
“Hi,” Seokjin shuffled a little, “Can you close your eyes and put your hands out for me?”
“Sure? What is it?” Namjoon shut his eyes and put his hands out, a little confused. He felt something small being placed in his hands and heard Seokjin sitting back down on the couch. He could hear Seokjin taking in a deep breath.
“You can open them now.”
Wow.
Namjoon didn’t know what to say.
Wow.
In his hands was a pregnancy test. Positive. It was a positive pregnancy test. Positive .
“Y- You’re pregnant?”
His hands started shaking. God, he was going to cry.
Seokjin nodded with his cute cheeks and plush lips, “Yes.”
“When did you take this?” Namjoon looked over the pregnancy test, still trying to process everything.
“This morning.”
“You’re pregnant really?”
“Yes,” Seokjin blushed, “That’s actually the second one. So two positive tests. We’ll have to go to the doctor and do some bloodwork, but for now….yes.”
Namjoon lunged forward and embraced Seokjin, wrapping him up in his arms and kissing his forehead with his heart beating so loud. He wanted to shout. He wanted to let the whole world know. His omega was pregnant! They’re having pups!
“We’re having pups!” Namjoon smiled so wide his face hurt. He nosed Seokjin’s scent gland and that’s when he smelled it, the underlying salty milk scent mixing in with the berries. The scent of pups.
“Yes, we are, Joonie,” Seokjin laughed.
"So that explains…"
"Yes, the early rut."
Namjoon wrapped his arms around Seokjin and dove straight in to kiss his mating mark. Perfect. Everything was perfect, yes. Yes .
"Ah, my perfect omega," Namjoon licked over the mark, causing Seokjin to shiver and whine, "You did so well."
"I didn't even intend to get pregnant," Seokjin sheepishly said, letting himself get pushed into the couch cushions as Namjoon scrambled on top of him.
"Don't worry," Namjoon bit down on the mating mark, causing Seokjin to let out a deep moan and grind his hips upward searching for friction, "Every time I fuck you with the intention of breeding you, so glad it worked now."
"Is that why you wanted me off birth control?" Seokjin mewled as Namjoon's hand slipped underneath his pants to brush over his cock.
"Knew you were mine the moment I saw you. Can't believe I even let you be on it for so long," Namjoon pulled out Seokjin's pretty cock, thumbing over the head as he left bite marks on his neck.
"Wanted me knocked up that bad?" Seokjin blushed, "You got me pregnant out of heat."
Namjoon was fucking salivating, "Ever since we started talking about have wanted it," he started babbling nonsensically as he jerked off Seokjin, "Want everyone to know you're mine."
"I'm yours," Seokjin moaned again, but this time didn't indulge in it. He reached out to cup Namjoon's face and get his attention, "Joon-ah."
"Huh?"
"Let's go to the bedroom before your rut fully hits."
"Right," Namjoon grabbed Seokjin, lifting him up with ease, "Need you to be comfortable for the pups."
Seokjin could feel how warm Namjoon was getting already, pressed against his chest as he opened the bedroom door then promptly shut it. Namjoon placed him on the bed gently as Seokjin could feel his own body cool, trying to provide some relief to his mate.
"Joonie, come here," Seokjin pulled him down into the bed. He pulled the suit jacket off of him and started to work on unbuttoning the dress shirt. Namjoon watched him intently, not in full rut yet but completely zoned in on Seokjin and everything he was doing. Once Namjoon's shirt was fully off, Seokjin got pushed onto the bed, hitting the mattress with Namjoon salivating over him.
"I want to eat you out."
"Right now?" Seokjin looked up at him, a little confused. This was Namjoon's rut. He should be taking care of him, not the other way around.
"I want to taste you so bad right now. Let me do it before the rut fully kicks in," Namjoon grabbed at Seokjin's belt on his dress pants, ready to unbuckle.
"Okay, go ahead," Seokjin sighed pleasurably as Namjoon took off his pants.
Namjoon also made quick work taking off Seokjin's dress shirt too, so desperate to touch his skin and feel him. Seokjin indulged in his touches. Right now they were gentle, but he got a little wet thinking about how rough they'll be later on. When Seokjin was fully naked, Namjoon licked his lips, satisfied. He pushed Seokjin's legs open and dove straight in.
"Oh fuck!" Seokjin didn't even get a warning, Namjoon sucking on his hole already and lapping over the slick there.
Seokjin's hands went to Namjoon's hair, pulling and receiving pleased moans from him as he mouthed at Seokjin's hole. He was already fully wet and ready to go, his body quickly responding as Namjoon neared fully entering his rut. Seokjin threw his head back in pleasure as Namjoon's tongue moved in.
As his mouth worked on his hole, collecting the slick there and swallowing so loudly that it made Seokjin turn red from his ears down his neck, Namjoon's hand moved up to cup over Seokjin's pretty cock again. He lazily thumbed over the head and stroked him, making Seokjin struggle to see which one he wanted more. The omega was in a constant back and forth between grinding his ass down into Namjoon's mouth and thrusting up into his hand.
"Namjoon-" he was panting, so overwhelmed, "I'm- I'm gonna c-"
Seokjin arched his back as his whole body shook, letting out a silent scream as the orgasm rushed through his body. Namjoon licked his hole throughout the entire thing, lapping up the slick hungrily as if he was a man dying of thirst. He even worked his way up to Seokjin's cock, fully cleaning up the cum on his stomach.
"Joon, more," Seokjin gasped as his alpha grabbed both his legs and pushed them to Seokjin's chest, leaving his ass fully bare and out for Namjoon.
"I'll give you everything you want," Namjoon practically growled, two fingers going straight into Seokjin's hole.
He was already so loose and wet, ready for Namjoon's dick and knot. God, his knot . Seokjin was fucking drooling thinking about it.
"Knot, Joon," Seokjin begged desperately, "Knot, please ."
" Yes ." Namjoon pulled out his fingers and lined his cock up with Seokjin's hole.
He was big, so big , long, and thick. Seokjin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Namjoon rubbed his cock over his hole. He was teasing him, fuc-
"Namjoon!" Seokjin was already on the verge of orgasm and his alpha hadn't even pushed in yet. Seokjin couldn't even reach out to Namjoon, his legs resting on his alpha's shoulders and bent fully touching his chest. His hole was out and ready for Namjoon.
"I'm going to make sure you're well bred," he groaned as his tip caught onto the rim of Seokjin's hole, "You'll be dripping with my cum by the time I'm done."
Namjoon fully pushed in. Usually when they had sex, Namjoon was tender and firm. But ruts made him wild, feral almost as he got rougher with Seokjin. Seokjin was oddly really into it, craving Namjoon leaving bruises and bites over his skin and pushing his body to its limits. He practically salivated over Namjoon's cock sinking into him.
Namjoon pounded into him, not letting Seokjin rest. Seokjin moaned, leaving his mouth open and eyes rolling into his head. Namjoon posessively grabbed his throat. He slid his thumb into Seokjin's mouth and pushed down onto his tongue as he thrusted into his omega.
Seokjin could feel Namjoon's possessiveness through their bond. His alpha was trying to claim him in every way possible. He desperately tried to wrap his lips around Namjoon's thumb, sucking on it and feeling Namjoon push it deeper into his throat.
"You're mine, mine ," he rutted hard into Seokjin, snapping his hips to drive as deep as possible into his hole.
Seokjin could feel Namjoon rub against his prostate constantly, hitting that spot and making him moan against his thumb. Spit dribbled down the sides of his mouth as Seokjin felt Namjoon's knot swell. It nudged against his hole, catching on the rim but pulling away when Namjoon pulled back only to slam back into him.
"Gonna knot you," Namjoon practically growled against his neck, his hips slowing down to work on the knot. He pulled his thumb out of Seokjin's mouth lewdly. A trail of spit followed along with Seokjin gasping for air. He could only hold on as Namjoon's hips bucked into his hole, trying to knot him whole.
"Please knot me," Seokjin begged, "Please!" His hands grasped at Namjoon's shoulders and back, leaving angry red lines from his nails scratching up and down the skin. Namjoon craved it, longed for it. He loved how his omega marked him.
Namjoon snarled, feeling the knot enter Seokjin more wholly now. He eventually stopped bucking. He held his mate down, firmly grinding his hips into his hole until Seokjin gasped. Namjoon slid in fully with one more thrust, locking them together. He cummed instantly, feeling Seokjin orgasm around him too.
Fuck, he couldn't remember what happened. He had stars in his eyes and Seokjin's overwhelming berry scent drowning him. He felt Seokjin's hole milk him of every last drop of cum and he could faintly hear Seokjin coaxing him to let go. Seokjin carded a hand through his hair gently, moving the strands out of his eyes and speaking softly.
"I love you, Namjoon-ah."
"Mmm, I love you too," Namjoon swayed and grinded gently into Seokjin, his knot still thick and inside of his mate. He tried to lean down to kiss Seokjin, but his omega clenched around his cock so perfectly and his hand went from carding through his hair to cupping his cheek and he leaned into the warmth so easily.
Seokjin moaned, obedient and so full. Namjoon was on cloud nine. His omega was having their pups, their pups. Finally, he had succeeded. The alpha in him howled gleefully.
Seokjin pulled his hand away from him, "What are you thinking of?" Seokjin laughed as Namjoon growled from losing the warmth.
"Need to breed you," Namjoon stared at Seokjin's stomach, flat right now but soon enough to be bursting with pups.
"You already did," Seokjin hummed playfully.
"I want six."
"Six?"
"Six pups," Namjoon pressed his hand flat against Seokjin's stomach, posessively touching there. This was his. Seokjin was his. He was the one to get Seokjin pregnant, not anyone else. He rolled his hips into his omega, his knot still thick and hefty inside of him.
"Didn't you say three earlier today?" Seokjin mused, pulling Namjoon down to kiss him. Their lips met briefly, but Namjoon broke it to confess.
"Thought I would only want three, but knowing you're pregnant right now," Namjoon licked over Seokjin's mating mark firmly, causing him to shiver, "Want more."
"You want more?"
"Yes," Namjoon kissed him deeply, only breaking the kiss to add on, " please ."
"Of course," Seokjin kissed his nose, "I'll give you all the pups you want."
Namjoon's alpha howled internally, overjoyed with his omega's answer, "I love that," he kissed Seokjin's nose and cheeks, "I love you ."
"I love you too," Seokjin smiled.