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Everything was ready. The lights set up outside their house, the tree standing tall, decorated in all their ornaments as well as all the presents wrapped under the tree. It was all perfect. And this was exactly the right moment. This was what it all had come down to.
Mingi was going to propose.
The rich coffee scent of Jongho walking in startled him half-to-death, jumping when he felt Jongho's arms snaking around his waist.
"What are you doing?" The omega asked, backing away and walking to the kitchen to set the groceries down on the counter.
“I was setting up everything. Thanks for the help by the way,” the alpha sneered, getting an eyeroll from the shorter.
“Yeah, yeah, and you forced me to go out even though I’m the one who hates the cold.”
Mingi huffed, trailing behind him to nose at his scent gland, effectively scenting him and getting rid of all those nasty scents from the outdoors. Jongho squirmed, shouldering him off with a nervous laugh when he began to press his lips over his nape.
“I missed you,” he mouthed over his scent gland.
“I know,” he smiled, beginning to unpack everything with Mingi attached to his neck. “Oh, Wooyoungie invited us over for New Years,” Jongho added, catching Mingi’s attention.
“You wanna go?” The older piped, turning his face to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
“He did promise alcohol.” Mingi rolled his eyes. “And food,” he smiled, finally meeting Mingi’s eyes.
His eyes glimmered, like Jongho had just asked him to marry him.
“We’re going.”
“Thought so,” he giggled, that coffee scent spiking with that undertone of caramel.
Resting his chin on his omega’s shoulder, Mingi followed him around as he began to cook, but with a sudden realization, Jongho twisted out of his grip.
“Why am I cooking? You’re a better cook than I am,” he pouted, giving his alpha those unbearable puppy eyes.
“Is that really the only reason?” Mingi laughed, raising his brow to the younger.
“Mm,” Jongho hummed in thought, leaning on the kitchen island to rake his eyes up and down Mingi’s figure. “You look sexy when you cook.”
“Do I?” Mingi smiled smugly, picking up the knife Jongho had put down to finish chopping the lettuce.
Sneaking up from behind, Jongho squeezed his biceps from behind. He rested his cheek onto Mingi’s broad back, sliding his hands under Mingi’s shirt to caress at his bare waist.
“Very sexy,” Jongho rasped, tilting his head up to whisper teasingly in his ear. Mingi sighed, putting down the knife to face the omega who fluttered his eyelashes up at him.
Mingi grabbed Jongho by the waist, the omega tangling his fingers in the front of Mingi’s shirt, pulling him down onto his lips. Their breaths mixed, like they were trying to consume each other alive. As his lips parted, Jongho quickly took the chance to slip his tongue inside. Mingi groaned into it, moving his hands up to cup at Jongho’s jaw as Jongho grabbed a handful of the alpha’s ass.
The alpha’s hands gripped Jongho under the thighs, picking him up, catching the omega by surprise.
“Ah!” He yelped, clutching onto Mingi’s shoulders as the older’s lips morphed into a smile.
With a pout, Jongho connected their lips again, gasping into his mouth as Mingi moved to their bedroom. He set Jongho down onto the bed, left hand braced onto the soft comforter and the other holding onto Jongho’s hip.
Jongho spread his thighs to let Mingi in between them, arms wrapped around his shoulders as the alpha kissed him back.
When they parted to breathe, Jongho helped Mingi remove his shirt, hands splaying over his abdomen the moment it was off, staring quite bluntly.
“What? I don’t even have abs…”
“When did you ever?” Teased the omega, squealing when Mingi tickled his sides, coaxing his clothes off. Jongho was laid on his back, hair flared out like a crown as he breathed heavily from the tickling.
“You’re so pretty,” Mingi commented, earning a small huff of a laugh from the omega.
“Be quiet,” he tittered, getting red in the face as Mingi stared down at him. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“But I love you,” Mingi whined, leaning forward to nose at his neck.
Patting his alpha’s back, Jongho pressed a kiss to his ear. “Well, Alpha, if you love me so much why aren’t you doing anything? You have a very willing, and horny mate who wants your knot,” he teased, spreading his legs further, Mingi not realizing that Jongho had already gotten naked.
“So bossy…” Mingi blushed, scooting back to remove his other clothes.
“Yeah, yeah, just come over here,” he complained, arms snaking his shoulders and his left tangling in Mingi’s hair.
Mingi’s large palms roamed across Jongho’s skin, lips finding the younger’s collarbone, leaving purple bruises that bloomed like flowers all over his chest. His thick scent of coffee and tinge of caramel surrounding the room, drool pooling in his mouth. All of that went straight to his dick, swelling up entirely as Jongho moaned and whimpered underneath him at his ministrations.
When Mingi’s lips latched onto Jongho’s hardened nipple, Jongho dug his nails into the skin of Mingi’s shoulders. His teeth clamped onto the bud, sucking and rolling it between his tongue. His right hand groped and fondled with his pectoral, the muscle there plentiful and so fucking grabable.
“Ah, Mingi-ya…” The younger moaned, strong thighs clenching around Mingi’s waist.
Mingi could smell it now, the omega’s slick leaking from his neglected hole. Groaning low, Mingi pulled back to part Jongho’s legs again, nipping at the skin of his inner thigh. His tongue trailed down Jongho’s thigh until he was face on with Jongho hole.
The position sent a wave of heat down Jongho’s core, settling low in his stomach as Mingi buried his face in his ass.
“M-Mingi-ya! Wait—ah!”
Laving his tongue lazily against Jongho’s perineum, Mingi kissed his way up to Jongho’s leaking hole. The slurping sounds he made had Jongho praying that he wouldn't cum yet. His hole and cock throbbed at the stimulation, Mingi slipping a finger in when he deemed Jongho wet enough.
Jongho whined, getting Mingi to look up from between his thighs. His face was flushed, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead.
Mingi rose to land his free hand above Jongho’s head, keeping their eyes locked. “What, baby?”
“I want to see your face,” Jongho said, whimpering at the end when Mingi slipped in another finger.
“I know you like my face,” the alpha smirked, thrusting his fingers deep inside Jongho’s sensitive hole.
“I’d be crazy if I didn’t,” he laughed, biting his lip when Mingi grazed over his prostate.
Adding another finger, Mingi moaned alongside him, basically moaning into each other's mouths, but not quite kissing.
“You open up so well for me,” the older sighed, twisting his wrist that hand Jongho shuddering.
“Don’t s-say things like that,” the omega stuttered, gasping as the last finger entered. Mingi tried to keep fingering him, teasing the younger like all the times he’d done to him, but Jongho caught on, grabbing his wrist to halt his movements.
“I’m stretched enough. Fuck me already,” Jongho complained, nipping at Mingi’s jaw in retaliation.
Mingi pulled back without a word, just a small smirk on his lips as he gathered some of Jongho’s slick and coated his cock with it. Jongho watched from his spread legs, hole fluttering as he watched Mingi fist himself.
Grabbing Jongho’s thighs and lifting them over his shoulder, he leaned down to line up to Jongho’s hole, pressing against his rim a few times but not actually putting it in yet.
“I’m gonna put it in now—”
“Just fucking put it in,” Jongho cursed, nails digging into the sheets.
Encouraged by Jongho’s writhing, Mingi held the backs of Jongho’s thighs, pressing in with a long, stuttering moan. The two whined and gasped in unison, Jongho’s eyes going halflidded.
“O-oh, fuck,” Jongho swore, breath hitching as Mingi’s cock twitched inside him when he clenched.
“Jongho-ya, I can’t… you’re so tight…”
The omega blushed at that, but he nuzzled against Mingi’s cheek. “Move…”
Jongho’s thighs quivered in his hold, whines emanating from his throat as Mingi thrust into his tight heat. Fuck. Everything was so fucking hot. Like a fever was consuming Mingi whole.
“Nngh, fuck, that feels so… oh shit…” Jongho moaned, mouthing at Mingi’s mating mark, the pattern of his own teeth marks causing more slick to seep out of his hole. “A-Alpha….”
Hearing the name, he moved to flip Jongho on his side, hiking up his leg. Jongho gasped as Mingi pressed his chest to the omega’s back. The tip of his cock breached Jongho’s hole again, and a long whine escaped Jongho’s throat.
Jongho pushed his ass back onto Mingi’s cock, trying to get him to move, but Mingi didn’t like that, growling as his grip on Jongho’s thigh grew taut. Jongho huffed, craning his neck to grasp at Mingi’s face.
“Don’t fucking growl at me,” he sneered, ghosting his lips over Mingi’s.
Sympathetically, Mingi whined, nodding his head as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Jongho’s mouth. The younger smiled into it, kissing his alpha back as Mingi trembled.
“Go on, alpha,” he encouraged, whimpering high when he pressed back into him again. “Give me your knot.”
With renewed vigor, Mingi thrust his hips forward, knocking a loud moan out of Jongho. The alpha dipped down and kissed and bit at Jongho’s scent gland, drooling all over his neck.
Mingi’s cock felt like it was pushing so deep into his womb, that Jongho was seeing stars, babbling something about how he was going to cum, his thighs shaking and kicking out against Mingi’s hold.
However, Mingi released the grasp on his thigh, sinking his hands into Jongho’s plush hips, skin spilling out between his fingers. The feel of his omega clenching around him had his knot swelling, caught by surprise when Jongho sank his teeth into his neck.
The pain sent him over the edge, eyes watering as Jongho kept his teeth locked onto him.
“Hhngh! K-knot me, alpha…” Jongho begged, licking at the crescent indents he left behind.
His knot caught onto Jongho’s hole, but he continued to thrust his hips. With a full body shudder, Jongho came hard. The feeling of cum coating his walls had him cumming untouched, whining and squirming as Mingi fisted at his cock.
Cumming untouched wasn’t a common occurrence for him, Jongho usually having to touch himself first, but the loud growl Mingi let out and the pathetic look on his face is really what sent him.
Mingi breathed heavily against Jongho’s neck, feeling oddly warm.
“Are you okay?” Mingi asked, pressing another kiss to his neck.
“Mhm, never felt better,” The omega smiled, whining when he shifted weirdly, getting caught on Mingi’s knot.
“S-sorry,” the older apologized, but it got a scoff from the younger.
“Shut up. I was the one who moved,” he argued, grabbing the large hand on his waist and hugging it close.
Mingi grabbed the blanket that was thrown across the bed in the middle of their love-making, covering them both before settling his nose in Jongho’s sweaty hair and thick coffee bean scent.
“Merry Christmas, Mingi-ya,” mumbled Jongho, purrs rumbling from his chest as he pulled Mingi’s wrist up to his nose.
“Merry Christmas, Jongho-ya,” he rasped, ignoring the ache in his throat as sleep took over.
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Mingi is dying. Twenty-six years into his turbulent life and he’s succumbing to illness before ever seeing another decade.
Perhaps that’s a little dramatic, but in his defence, it’s Christmas and he’s sick. Today, he woke up with dizziness, a sore throat, and all sorts of aches from his head to his toes, which, overall, really makes for a bad Christmas surprise.
So, he was quietly dying in his bed, debating whether getting up to go to the bathroom was worth the hassle. His head was pounding, throat still drier than sandpaper, and the ache in his body had yet to let up. To top everything off, his nose was all stuffy, making it hard to breathe.
Jongho on the other hand was not here. Where was he even? Shouldn’t he be here as moral support? Why would Jongho leave his mate on Christmas?
Feeling dramatic and lonely, Mingi called out to him. "Jongho-ya~" Mingi groaned, sniffling once as his voice dulled out at the end.
The smell of coffee came closer and more apparent as Jongho peeked into his room, bringing Mingi some water and setting the glass down as he sat on the edge of the bed. The cooling patch against Mingi's forehead was now losing its chill, and Jongho was opening a new one to replace it.
"Yes, Mingi-ya?" He said, ignoring how his scent of musk and firewood flared at his touch to Mingi’s fevered forehead.
"Where were you?..." He whined, blinking his eyes slowly as the cooling patch sent a shiver down his spine.
“Telling my family we can’t come, idiot,” he said, though his scent didn’t sour.
Feeling guilty, more tears pooled in the alpha’s eyes, catching the omega by surprise.
“I’m sorry… I really—”
"For the last time," the omega interrupted, furrowing his brows as he replaced the cooling patch. "I'm not upset. Now, stop being a baby and drink more water."
"I'm not thirsty—"
"I said drink."
Mingi sat up with a grumble, shaking like a pup, taking the straw between his lips and taking a few sips. When his eyes flicked to Jongho, the younger offered a kind, soothing smile. He finished the rest, not realizing how thirsty he really was.
"Good boy," Jongho praised, setting the empty glass down.
Mingi whined, reaching to hold Jongho's hand and cuddle up to it. The omega laughed, his lovely giggle soothing the pounding headache that jostled his brain.
"You act like you have the plague. You'll live."
"But I wanted to take you out... I had everything planned, and—and I wanted to—"
"Mingi-ya," Jongho scolded, wiping the tears that streaked down his flushed cheeks. "I don't need all that. Even if you planned nothing, being able to spend Christmas with you is enough for me. Besides, I'm busy enough taking care of my pathetic alpha who can’t handle a bit of sickness.”
“Hey! I’m not pathetic,” he argued, jutting his lip out cutely.
With another giggle, Jongho shook his head and took his hand to give it a squeeze, frowning when Mingi’s body was taken over by a shudder.
“No, you’re not,” he breathed, looking down at their intertwined hands. “Because I’ve seen how brave you can be when I’m in trouble. Like when those big scary alphas were hitting on me, and you came in to save me. Growling and cursing at them,” recounted Jongho, rubbing his hand over Mingi’s chest, ending it with a sly laugh when Mingi turned his head in embarrassment.
They weren’t how normal alpha and omega couples were supposed to be. Oftentimes, Mingi felt self-conscious of being Jongho’s alpha, for Jongho was more of an independent and dominant person. He felt like he couldn’t be what Jongho needed, more of a submissive alpha than most omega’s want.
But for Jongho, he had the same problem. No alpha wanted an omega who was stubborn, head strong, or liked to ride their alpha into the mattress. As confident as Jongho was in himself and his subgender, the lovely comments from others snatched that confidence by the throat.
That was until he met Mingi. It wasn’t even all that romantic. Jongho was just cruising through the shopping district to find some clothes for his mother’s birthday. After he had bought what he needed, Mingi accidentally stumbled straight into Jongho.
Now the omega wasn’t small by any means, his looks as well as his scent often confusing people. So when an alpha who was taller and broader than Jongho stumbled into him at full force, knocking him down onto the concrete, Jongho really wanted to scream his head off. And actually, he did.
The alpha remained speechless as someone, an omega, younger and far prettier than anyone he had ever seen began to curse like a sailor and scream at him for being so careless.
It should’ve been off-putting, and honestly it should’ve scared him. But Mingi shamelessly asked for Jongho’s number. And don’t ask why Jongho gave it to him. Probably that glimmer he saw in the alpha’s eyes while he berated him and his entire family.
Yet, surprisingly, Mingi asked Jongho out on a date, being incredibly gentle and submissive the entire time. Jongho almost would’ve thought he was a beta or omega if not for his scent. That musk he fucking loved.
Which ultimately led them to now. Both mated and spending their third Christmas together.
“I love you, and they were mean to you,” Mingi grumbled, furrowing his brows. “Of course I’m going to protect you.”
“I know,” Jongho smiled, actually leaning down to press a kiss to his sweat-slicked forehead. “My big, handsome alpha.”
Mingi sighed as Jongho began to scent him, relaxing as he brought his hands up to clutch onto Jongho’s sweater.
“Cuddle with me… please.”
“You can just ask. No need to beg,” teased the omega, crawling into the bed and letting Mingi cuddle up to his side. His hands ran through the alpha’s damp hair, small shivers running through his body.
Jongho hated seeing his alpha sick, and as much as he teased him for being a baby, it had him feeling all the more useless to know there was nothing he could do to make him feel better. And on Christmas too.
It would pass eventually though, so for now, all Jongho could do was be there.
His fingers passed through his hair, beginning to sing because he knew his alpha loved his singing. The alpha began to sink, falling asleep heavily the longer Jongho sang and petted his hair.
Once, he was confident Mingi was asleep, he shifted a bit, nosing into his hair and smelling him, the scent putting him to sleep quickly. But before he drifted, he pressed one quick kiss to his temple.
“I love you, alpha.”
Mingi’s plans might’ve been busted this year, but he will propose for New Years.
Just. Fucking. Wait.
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