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Namjoon smells him before he sees him. His alpha tunnel-visioned on the scent of fresh peony and sweetened vanilla, burnt on the edges with a hot arousal that makes Namjoon’s skin flush.
He can’t pinpoint the owner, too many bodies in the bar and too many scents muddled together, but that doesn’t deter him from his goal. His pupils dilate and he subconsciously smacks his lips, wanting the faint scent deeper in his lungs.
Namjoon’s eyes scan the bar once again. Tonight was busier than usual, packed with visitors for a local sporting event that was happening downtown. Namjoon had honestly forgotten about it when he trudged into the bar after work, desperately needing a debrief with his favorite bartender. Only after two beers did the crowd start to shuffle in, Hoseok rolling his eyes and sympathetically patting Namjoon’s hand as he walks off further down the bar, taking orders as quickly as he can.
He’d watched the omega for a second too long, a familiar heat creeping under his skin, eyes darting over the curve of Hoseok's hips, the blush in his cheeks, the little frown in his brow as he concentrates on mixing various drinks. Namjoon had simply chopped it up to the buzz from the beers, downing his second bottle in one go and smiling when Hoseok slides him another one, the omega winking as he leaves.
And then it hit him. The sweetest scent he’d ever come across and he could not find the source of it.
“Looks like the crowd is finally dying down. God, I’m going to kill hyung for leaving me alone like this tonight.” Hoseok groans, but Namjoon pays him no mind, eyes still searching.
“Yo, Joon-ah? Earth to Namjoon~” Hoseok snaps his fingers in Namjoon’s face and the man growls, his neck snapping to Hoseok before settling, clearing his throat.
“Whoa there,” Hoseok laughs, raising his hands in defense.
“Sorry, I.. Sorry.” Namjoon shakes his head, rubbing at his eyes. “Were you saying something?”
“Nothing important. You should get home before the buses get busy. I’ll put these on your tab.” Hoseok says, taking the half empty beer from Namjoon, leaving no room for argument. Namjoon sighs, nodding. He still leaves a hefty tip for Hoseok and makes his exit before the omega can shove the cash back into his hand.
It’s cold when he steps outside, the sky no longer a soft hue of pinks and oranges like it was when he first walked in. Instead it’s pitch black, navy clouds covering the starry sky. Namjoon knows he wouldn’t be able to see the stars from here anyways, not with the endless light pollution in the city. He gets a craving for a cigarette, searching the pockets of his suit pants and coming up empty handed.
“Need one?” A voice next to him asks, raspy and a bit drawn out. Namjoon turns, eyeing the man and the pack of cigarettes he wiggles in-between his fingers. The stranger has a cigarette of his own hanging from his lips, lazily sucking on the butt and letting the smoke escape from his nose.
Namjoon grunts, taking the offer and snags two, the man huffing out a laugh but says nothing in protest. When he steps closer to offer a light, Namjoon finally smells it.
Peony and vanilla. Something damp and sour like citrus. Lemon maybe? No.. pineapple.. Namjoon can’t quite place it. It’s.. It’s tinged with something else..
Namjoon inhales as deep as his lungs will allow, the concentrated scent replacing the thick taste of smoke as he breathes in the nicotine. He stares at the stranger before him, the flame of the lighter being reflected in his eyes, pulling it back with a click once Namjoon’s cigarette is lit.
His alpha pouts at the loss and urges him to move closer, seek more of that delicious scent, but they’re interrupted before Namjoon can take a step closer.
“Hyung! Are you ready to go? Jungkookie is hungry~ Oh.. who’s this?”
Namjoon immediately knows the blonde is an omega. He eyes the mating bite on his neck, scabbed like it was still healing. Plus the hint of an alpha’s pheromones underlying his own scent was enough of an indicator. Namjoon tilts his head, ignoring the small omega with disinterest.
“He’s just bumming a smoke. Where’s Kook-ah?” The soft smelling man says, turning to put distance between himself and Namjoon.
His alpha growls at the motion.
Namjoon watches the back of his head for a solid minute. He memorizes each dark strand of hair, curled just slightly, brushing the top of the man’s nape. He trails the line of his neck with his eyes, the pale skin smooth as heavy cream and blushed pink where his scent gland sits. Namjoon does not find a mating bite and something in him bristles, like his wolf is shaking off the thick tension he feels under his skin.
“Oh, Yoongi-hyung, let’s go to that burger place. I would kill for a milkshake right now.”
Yoongi.
Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi.
Namjoon repeats the name in his mind like a prayer. It’s a good name. Perfectly fit for someone as soft and beautiful as the man before him. Namjoon thinks, briefly, how the name would sound on his tongue, his mouth shaping around the vowels and consonants. It’d be easy to whisper, a soft breath of air, the sound punctuated on the last few letters.
Once he’s reaching the end of his cigarette, Namjoon feels a sharp tug in his chest, his alpha restless. Omega is getting away!
Namjoon's neck snaps in the direction of the diminishing peony, finding that yes, his omega is getting away. He’s further down the sidewalk now, two friends in tow, holding hands and chatting while his omega drags behind them. And so.. Namjoon follows.
. ・ ゜✦ . ・
The trio make their way into a little restaurant that’s dimly lit, sitting on the corner of a busy road. Namjoon watches them from the full length window, the mated pair snuggling close to each other while his omega sits opposite of them, pink lips pouted as he looks over the menu. Namjoon’s alpha is pleased at the sight of his omega sitting by himself, no risk of getting another’s scent on him.
His eyes squint, trying to catch bits and pieces of their conversation through lipreading, as far and few as his experience is with it. Yoongi runs a hand through his hair at one point, eyes crinkling as he laughs, a pink gummy smile making Namjoon’s own lips turn up, leaning further into the telephone post he was resting against. He briefly wonders what the topic of conversation is, but all he can make out is something involving a motorcycle. Or maybe it was a cat?
It’s irrelevant anyways, when his omega is this beautiful.
He eats well, too. His alpha voices.
Namjoon’s eyes narrow as he watches each and every bite Yoongi takes of his sandwich, licking sauce from his lips with a pretty pink tongue, plump lips wrapping around the straw of his drink, his throat bobbing with each swallow. Namjoon’s mouth goes dry, swallowing as his cock twitches, crossing his arms over his chest and taking slow, belly-deep breaths.
In the back of his mind, his wolf is restless, growling in displeasure, warmth growing in his belly and crawling up his neck. He knows he must be patient. Finding a treasure this rare requires patience. His omega is a diamond and Namjoon does not want to disrupt the order of things by approaching too soon. And if he really thinks about it, perhaps this is what his omega was wanting from him; a slow chase, languid and secretive. Perhaps his omega is a little shy around his friends and doesn’t want them to know about Namjoon.
Which is fine. Namjoon can handle being a secret.
Our omega invited you to chase, didn’t he? He gave you a gift and everything!
Namjoon smiles, feeling for the second cigarette in this pocket. Maybe he’ll save it for later, maybe give it back to Yoongi as an official courting gift. He thinks.. no.. he knows his omega will love it.
He’s leaving.
Namjoon’s eyes snap up, jaw clenched as he watches his omega stand up from the table, the mated pair grabbing at him. The short omega in particular grabs at Yoongi’s wrists and Namjoon has to dig his own nails into his arm to stop from darting into the restaurant himself. There’s a few exchange of words, the trio hugging and waving goodbye and then Yoongi is stepping out of the restaurant, the chime of the door loud in Namjoon’s ears.
Follow him, follow him, follow him! He’s taking you to his nest! Follow him!
Namjoon almost trips as he jogs across the street, following his omega’s sweet floral scent, the man himself walking quickly, hands tucked into his pockets. Namjoon has no problem keeping up, though, even slowing his stride to keep himself at a distance. He’s didn’t want to ruin this chase too early.
Even when Namjoon loses sight of him, dark curls bouncing in the wind, he’s still able to catch his scent, following the trail across two blocks before he spots Yoongi again, waiting to cross at a red light, nose deep in his phone. Namjoon chances it and stands directly behind his omega, satisfied at the height difference. Perfect for an omega, perfect for his mate.
He leans forward a bit, closing his eyes as he manages to breathe in more of Yoongi’s nectarous scent. It lures him in like a honeybee, petals unfurling, precious beads of pollen ready for the alpha to take, a quiet invitation he can’t quite resist. His breath hitches, the sweetness settling somewhere deep in his belly, warm and dizzying, as if the very air around Yoongi has turned into something richer, pulling him in closer.
Before Namjoon can lose himself even further, visions of vanilla soft serve melting in his palms, the light turns green and Yoongi walks off without so much as a glance in Namjoon’s direction. His feet follow blindly before his alpha even has a chance to scream the command.
. ・ ゜✦ . ・
Yoongi’s apartment is too far away for the alpha’s liking. His omega seems to enjoy the walk though, slowing down to a relaxed pace once they move into a more suburban part of town. Namjoon keeps a watchful eye on their surroundings, growling deep in his chest at anyone that glances for a second too long. He only feels relief when his omega turns suddenly, reaching a tall apartment building and slipping inside the double doors.
He waits until Yoongi is inside the elevator to follow behind him, watching the number crawl higher and higher until it stops at floor seven. Namjoon clicks the up arrow, fingers impatiently tapping on his thigh as he waits, glancing briefly at the entrance to the stairwell.
We’re going to lose him! Someone is going to take our omega! Fuckfuckfuck!
Take the stairs. Get to him.
Namjoon huffs, shoving open the door to the stairwell and jogging up the steps, taking two at a time. The exhaustion comes to him around floor five, but his wolf pushes him to continue, running on pure instinct by the last two floors. He begins to panic, his omega’s scent no longer traceable, his nose filled with dust and stale air. It makes him sneeze, head whipping around between the set of doors, each sporting their own number.
Wherewherewhere? Left? Right? Where!?
Namjoon’s heart pounds against his chest, desperate as his feet lead him to the left, eyes wide as he tries desperately to catch even a hint of his omega’s scent.
Then.. a door clicks. To the right. Further down the hall.
Omega.
Namjoon nearly runs, long legs crossing the floor as he hurries back to the right side of the hall, rounding the corner. He spots the elevator and a door slowly creeping closed to the left of it. Without a second thought, he darts towards it, slipping his hand inside before it has a chance to close.
Sneaky omega. He’s not making this easy.
Namjoon waits, lowering himself and listening to his omega move around the apartment. His scent is back, more concentrated here and Namjoon takes big gulps of air, closing his eyes and refocusing his frantic mind.
Once he’s sure he won’t be a surprise, Namjoon enters the apartment, his alpha urging him to shut the door quietly. Namjoon toes off his shoes, trying his best to keep his wolf at bay now that he’s emersed in Yoongi’s scent. He is everywhere. Namjoon can’t pick up any other scents, so his omega must live alone. How lonely that must’ve been, waiting all this time for an alpha worthy enough to invite back to his nest. Namjoon’s chest puffs up with pride, a spark of determination igniting in his veins.
He will make sure his omega knows he choose correctly this time.
The apartment is dark save for a few dim lights scattered about. Namjoon can hear the spray of the shower sparking to life, a soft hum and a door creaking. He doesn’t head that way, instead taking his time to look around the home.
There’s a big sofa in the middle of the living room, covered in pillows and blankets, a discarded gaming controller sitting on one of the cushions. In front of it sits an array of bottles and three glasses, all of which sport different levels of liquid. The coffee table also sits a few other odds and ends, Namjoon curiously scanning over each item.
His attention is pulled away by a quiet beep, his head swiveling to the kitchen. It’s relatively clean; the counters are busy with different gadgets and cooking utensils. Namjoon eyes the microwave, pressing the cancel button before it has a chance to beep again.
Deciding to stop avoiding the inevitable, Namjoon finally walks down the hallway, where the light from the bathroom glows against the walls, the door being partially open.
This is it.
Namjoon’s eyes turn red. He can feel the shift before the quiet settles over his mind, all of his senses suddenly honed in on one thing. Each step towards the bathroom feels like it’s miles long.
He’s done it. He’s successfully caught himself a mate. His wolf howls in celebration.
Namjoon pushes open the door to the bathroom slowly, eyes darting around before they finally land on the glass doors and the blurred figure behind them.
Omega.. mine. Mineminemineminemine. My Omega.
Yoongi.
He’s beautiful. Even through the steamy window, Namjoon can make out the curve of his hips, the soft ripple of muscle in his arms, the long, dark hair that drapes down his nape in wiry strands. His scent is even stronger now under the hot steam, Namjoon finally able to pinpoint the sweet aroma of a nectarine, bright and sunny, fresh fruit being squeezed into a wet pulp.
Namjoon takes a deep breath and turns to leave out of the bathroom, quickly locating the bedroom to the right of it. He goes inside without a second thought and waits.
It’s time for their chase to come to an end.
. ・ ゜✧ . ・
Namjoon holds his breath as Yoongi enters the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another ruffled through his hair, a poor attempt at drying the damp strands. Namjoon watches him from behind the door, the dim lighting keeping him from being seen. When Yoongi approaches his bed, tossing the towel aside, Namjoon steps forward.
A gentle hand covers Yoongi’s mouth, Namjoon’s arm wrapping around his waist to pin him in place. Yoongi screams, but the sound is muffled under Namjoon’s palm.
“Shh shh shh, little one. It’s just me. Don’t be so frightened.” Namjoon chuckles, a comforting purr rumbling in his chest.
Yoongi does not respond in kind, his scent spiking, wiggling against Namjoon’s hold, attempting to kick and twist his way out of the alpha’s arms. Namjoon chuckles, kissing the side of Yoongi’s head.
“Is this how you greet your alpha? Maybe I’ve frightened you. I’m sorry, love.” Namjoon hums.
Just then, Yoongi bites down on his hand, omega fangs digging into the skin hard enough to drawl blood. Namjoon swears, pulling his hand back. Yoongi takes the leverage and pushes Namjoon away, going for the door, but Namjoon grabs him again, yanking on his wrist.
“Get the fuck off of me! Who the fuck are you!?” Yoongi yells, eyes wide as he struggles against Namjoon’s restraint.
The man chuckles, paying no mind to the way Yoongi scratches at his arm, little lines of blood smearing across the skin. He closes Yoongi’s bedroom door and locks it, pushing Yoongi flush against it. His head bounces off of it with a heavy thud, the omega hissing and gritting his teeth.
“You’re right, omega, please forgive me. How could I forget to introduce myself to my mate? Alpha is sorry.” Namjoon wraps his hand around Yoongi’s throat, squeezing gently. “You can call me Namjoon.”
Yoongi’s face goes pink, teary eyes staring up at Namjoon with a pained expression. Blood smears across the pale skin of his neck, marking the omega in Namjoon’s scent. The alpha smiles, lifting him a little higher, a choked whimper falling from his omega’s lips. He kisses him softly to soothe the noise, Yoongi turning away from him, small hands wrapping around his wrist.
“It’s okay, omega, there’s no need to be shy. It’s just us. You can be yourself with me.” Namjoon whispers, pressing a soft kiss to Yoongi’s cheek.
“Please.. l-let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Please, please don’t do this.” Yoongi whimpers in a strained voice, tears rolling down his cheeks. Namjoon coos and runs a thumb over his jaw, releasing his hold on the man’s throat. Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering closed.
“The chase is over, omega. You can go down safely, alpha is here.” Namjoon says, assurance in his tone.
He’s sure all of this must be new for his omega. The poor thing has been alone for so long and his wolf must be restless, full of nervous energy. Namjoon understands the feeling; he’s nervous too. But the primal part of him takes it in stride, his instincts guiding him with quiet confidence toward something familiar. Toward his mate. His omega. Yoongi.
He carefully takes Yoongi by the waist once more, leading him towards the bed. Yoongi cries, continuing to fight. He even swipes at Namjoon’s face, a firm fist catching his jaw. Namjoon growls, pinning Yoongi to the bed with a arm across his chest, eyes bright red as he flashes in fangs in warning.
Yoongi continues to kick at his legs, grunting and panting as he struggles in Namjoon’s hold, clearly asking to be settled.
Looks like our omega needs some help going down.
Be gentle, he’s just antsy from the chase!
Namjoon cocks his head and pins Yoongi further into the mattress, pressing his weight down until Yoongi struggles to move. His eyes flash a pretty incandescent green before returning back to his usual deep brown, making Namjoon’s alpha howl in pride.
“There you are. It’s okay, little one, alpha will help you down. Such a pretty thing.”
Namjoon selfishly leans down to scent Yoongi fully, fingers tangled in his hair and tugging to get closer to his scent gland. He rubs his nose against it softly, eyes fluttering closed as he breathes in.
It’s a soft, aching kind of warmth. Fresh vanilla threaded through jasmine and peony, laced with the ripe sweetness of nectarine. And beneath it, steady and grounding, the quiet hush of rain falling to the earth on a spring afternoon.
Namjoon takes a risk and licks over the sensitive scent gland, Yoongi gasping, tilting away from him. The taste goes straight to his cock, a quick jolt that makes him realize he’s hard and has been for a while. Everything suddenly feels too tight, his skin flushed with a hot want.
“S-sir please. You can take whatever you want, I.. I have cash! Please, I’ll give you whatever you want, please just leave.” Yoongi begs. His pleas fall on deaf ears, Namjoon pressing kisses down his neck, nipping at the soft skin until it blooms a pretty red, canines scraping over his shoulder.
“I already have everything I need, my love.” Namjoon whispers and them he tilts Yoongi’s head to the side and bites right at the nape of his neck.
Yoongi submits beautifully. The tension leaves his body immediately, his omega letting out a soft sigh, clenched fists falling limp against the sheets, his breath evening out. Namjoon purrs something sweet, flexing his jaw and shaking Yoongi a bit, testing his restraint. He doesn’t so much as flinch, making Namjoon grin when he finally pulls back.
“Such a good boy. Alpha knows exactly what you need, love. Just perfect.” Namjoon says, lifting up enough to where he’s hovering over Yoongi, brushing his hair from his face and caressing his cheeks.
His omega is at the forefront now, eyes a bright green, submission blooming beautifully in his scent. Namjoon’s alpha returns in kind, licking Yoongi’s jaw and nipping his scent gland playfully.
When Namjoon goes to pull off his shirt, Yoongi looks up at him with a frightened stare, little tremors shaking his body as his eyes flicker over Namjoon’s chest. He gives his omega a moment to take him in, amused smile on his lips. He rubs a hand over Yoongi’s thigh, the towel still tied around his hips, hiding his intimate bits.
Namjoon’s wolf studies the baby-soft skin. His thighs and waist are a little too slim for Namjoon’s liking, but he knows once they’re mated, he’ll fill out beautifully with Namjoon feeding him well and giving him a pup to nurse. Maybe he’ll even give him two!
Yoongi shifts, as if reading Namjoon’s thoughts, squirming at the onslaught of arousal Namjoon’s scent must be drowned in. He won’t apologize though. Yoongi must know how good of an alpha he’s pulled. His omega must find him worthy.
“I would love to be sweeter to you tonight, omega, but I don’t think my wolf will let me. He’s very stubborn, you know?” Namjoon says, eyes flicking up to Yoongi’s face before going back down to his towel.
Yoongi follows his gaze, suddenly breathing harder. He goes to grab Namjoon’s wrist but the man clicks his teeth and Yoongi’s hand stills, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Please..” His omega whispers, turning his head away.
And Namjoon simply can’t have that.
He pulls away Yoongi’s towel, tossing it aside. Namjoon licks his lips, pulling Yoongi’s thighs apart to get a better look at his sex. He’s completely hairless, a rosy pink dusting his lips, matching the tight furl of his rim. Namjoon spreads him further just to see the way his folds bloom, revealing the dark pink bud of his clit.
Namjoon reaches down to pull his lips open further, pinning his inner lips open with the tips of his pointer fingers and leaning closer to inspect, taking in a greedy breath. Yoongi trembles underneath him, thighs threatening to close until Namjoon shoulders his way between them, keeping him spread.
“You’re so small here, baby. I think I might hurt you..” Namjoon bites his lip, worried as he tests a finger at Yoongi’s entrance, the man hissing above him.
“You’ll be good for me, though, won’t you?” His hands pull back, sliding up over Yoongi’s belly, his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples.
“Fuck you.” Yoongi hisses out, huffing as he meets Namjoon’s eyes.
Namjoon smiles, leaning down to kiss down his sternum, slowly making his way between Yoongi’s legs. He holds Yoongi’s thigh up, kissing from his knee to his hip, doing the same with the other leg until he’s just a breath away from the sweet, glistening flower in front of him, ready to be plucked.
He takes a tentative lick, testing the waters before diving in, Yoongi gasping and digging his nails into Namjoon’s shoulder, trying to push him off.
“N-no! No, please stop..” Yoongi whines. Namjoon watches him squeeze his eyes shut as his lips wrap around Yoongi’s clit, sucking and licking to his heart’s content.
Slick blooms immediately, Namjoon growling as he licks at him hungrily, lips pouted around Yoongi’s hole so he doesn’t miss a single drip. Yoongi bucks against him, moaning and whimpering, scratching at Namjoon’s shoulders.
Yoongi’s scent is even sweeter here, tinged with the soap but otherwise raw and rare. Namjoon could spend the rest of his life between Yoongi’s legs, only needing his omega’s slick as sustenance.
When he feels Yoongi is ready for it, Namjoon presses once of his fingers into Yoongi’s hole, the digit sliding in effortlessly despite how narrow the space seemed to be. Namjoon growls, pulling back to watch in awe as Yoongi’s pussy molds around him.
“So fucking good for me, just look at you. Fuck..” Namjoon skips the second finger and goes for three, shoving them in deep, curling up and hitting that soft spot inside of his omega.
Yoongi gasps, letting out a broken moan as he comes, soaking Namjoon’s hand with the slick that’s forced out of him. Namjoon dives in to lick him clean, a new heat blooming in his belly.
“Nonono,” Yoongi whines, his voice raspy. He pulls at Namjoon’s hair, tugging the man up. His alpha seems to take the hint.
“You’re right, beautiful. Of course you are, my perfect boy.” Namjoon pulls his fingers free and quickly frees himself from his slacks, removing the rest of his clothing from his body.
Yoongi stirs again, the green in his eyes slowly diminishing back to it’s original color. He manages to scramble further up the bed, pushing himself away from Namjoon with a desperate whine.
Namjoon catches his ankle, tugging him back down. They wrestle for a bit, Yoongi throwing his strength into his punches in a way that makes Namjoon proud, engaging in his omega’s play purely just to amuse him.
He huffs out a laugh when Yoongi kicks at his stomach and claws at his chest. Only when Yoongi snaps his teeth at him does he stop laughing, flipping the omega onto his belly and pushing his face into the sheets.
“Get the fuck off me! You fucking asshole!” Yoongi yells and Namjoon lands a hard swat to his ass, the man letting out a pained squeak.
“Settle.” Namjoon grits out, his voice deep and curt. His wolf stands at full attention, cock throbbing as he pins Yoongi in place.
His omega quiets immediately, frozen still before melting once again, stronger than before. Namjoon curls his fingers into Yoongi’s hair and pulls, leaning down to whisper into his ear.
“Do not forget your place, omega.” He spits, blunt and harsh, leaving no room for argument. Yoongi eyes him cautiously, some fight still left in his eyes.
“Present.”
Yoongi’s face falls back onto the bed, his hips lifting at the command, Namjoon grinning.
“Just fucking perfect. You don’t have to fight me anymore, little one. You’re already mine, you don’t need to prove yourself.” Namjoon runs the tip of his cock over Yoongi’s folds, earning himself a strained gasp, Yoongi hiding his face in the sheets.
“Fuck you, you fucking psycho.” Yoongi whimpers.
Namjoon tisks, rubbing a hand over Yoongi’s hip before he pulls him back, sliding the man onto the head of his cock.
The tip slips in with little resistance, but Yoongi still clenches around him once the thicker part of it pushes past his entrance. Yoongi’s hands clench, white-knuckling the sheets and a wet sob falling from his lips. Namjoon hisses, fingers coming down to play with his clit, humming when his omega loosens up to allow him to push more inside.
He watches with hungry eyes when he bottoms out, his knot already threatening to fill out, teasing Yoongi’s hole as he grinds against him.
Yoongi is so soft inside, the wet heat of his walls squeezing Namjoon impossibly tight, slick continuing to pool out of his stretched hole. He pulls out to just the tip, his cock glossy with it and quickly shoves his way back inside.
His omega mews, but makes no attempt to move, his body still stuck on the command, even as he jerks with each hard thrust Namjoon delivers to him. He only notices Yoongi is crying when he leans down to kiss his shoulders and scent him, brushing his hair away from the side of his face.
“I know, baby, I know. Must feel so good for you, huh? Alpha’s cock is bringing you to tears, hm? My sweet baby, it’s okay. You can cry for alpha’s cock, it's all yours now.” Namjoon growls when Yoongi sobs, rough hands on his hips as he pistons his own, not wanting to keep his omega deprived of real pleasure for a second longer.
“Such a perfect pussy. Your omega is so happy, I can smell it on you. Taking my cock so well. You’ll take my pups well too, won’t you? Oh~ did your wolf like that? You just clenched up around me. Oh~”
Namjoon watches in awe as his cock is pushed out from Yoongi squirting around him. He leans down quickly to lap at the messy spray of slick, flicking his tongue over his omega’s clit. He holds him still as his legs shake, knees threatening to buck out, Yoongi squeezing his thighs shut.
The hot slick finally comes to a slow dribble and Namjoon is quick to thrust his cock back inside, pinning Yoongi to the bed and settling with his knees on either side of the omega’s thighs. He holds Yoongi’s plump ass open with his hands, spitting the slick that’s gathered on his tongue over the tight muscle of his rim, dipping two fingers inside.
“No! No! Please, not there— fuck!” Yoongi gasps, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he looks back at Namjoon, green eyes flickering once more, pleading with the alpha.
“Down, omega. It’s going to hurt when I knot you.” Namjoon grits out, Yoongi’s head falling down between his shoulders, a weak moan falling from his lips.
Namjoon grins, licking over his teeth as he matches the pace of his fingers with his thrusts, finding Yoongi’s g-spot and his prostate, greedily abusing both.
Arousal finally reaches it's peak and Namjoon growls loud, a primal thing straight from his chest. He pulls his fingers free in favor of holding Yoongi’s hips, fucking him back onto his knot until it pops inside.
Bite him! Now! Do it now!
Without so much as a warning, Namjoon covers Yoongi and yanks his head back, teeth latching over his scent gland and biting down right as his knot pops, groaning as blood fills his mouth.
Yoongi’s omega fights it at first, their wolves wrestling for dominance before Yoongi finally submits, accepting the bond. Namjoon rewards him with another thrust, tip pressed right to his cervix as his seed continues to fill his boy up to the brim.
When he finally unlatches from Yoongi’s neck, his mind is a buzzing mess as he licks over the wound. He moves them until they’re settled on their sides, arms wrapping tight around Yoongi’s waist.
He can feel Yoongi everywhere. His anger is still simmering, a mix of arousal, guilt, fear and confusion making Namjoon’s alpha worry. He whines as he nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck, his wolf unsettled with the negative energy from his mate.
His omega should be happy! Why isn’t he happy?! Namjoon must be doing something wrong..
. ・ ゜✧ . ・
The next time Namjoon feels lucid enough, he waits until Yoongi is sleeping to slip out of the room, keeping an ear trained on the omega while he gathers food, water and a few fresh cloths to clean him with.
Yoongi’s apartment is a maze, but the soft glow of the sunshine fluttering through the curtains provides him enough light to find the things he needs. He steals a quick bite of a cookie sitting out on the counter and makes his way back into his den.
Yoongi is awake when he returns, and Namjoon smiles, dumping the items onto the bed as he goes to Yoongi’s side, brushing his hair from his face. Yoongi flinches, watching Namjoon’s hand and staying as still as possible.
“Are you hungry? I brought some small snacks from your pantry, but I can whip something up if you're craving something hot?” Namjoon asks, his voice soft as he rubs a hand over Yoongi’s belly. The omega shivers under his touch, studying Namjoon’s face.
“You’re that alpha from the bar.” Yoongi says, his voice rough from overuse. Namjoon reaches past him for a bottle of water, helping Yoongi sit up against the headboard.
“Such a smart omega. How did I get so lucky?” Namjoon grins, dimples on full display as he uncaps the water, guiding Yoongi to take slow sips. Once the bottle is almost empty, he pulls it away, sitting it on the nightstand.
“You’re in rut.” Yoongi says, Namjoon feeling an uncomfortable wave of pity through their bond. He shakes his head, ignoring his omega as he grabs a protein bar, unwrapping it and breaking off a small piece.
“Eat.” Namjoon says, holding the treat up to Yoongi’s lips. The omega’s eyes turn green and his lips close around the piece of protein bar when Namjoon places it on his tongue, chewing slowly.
Namjoon’s alpha swells with pride, grabbing the damp washcloth he’d remembered to pick up and gently swiping at the dried blood on Yoongi’s neck. There’s bruises littered around the sensitive skin and trailing down to his chest. A dark part of Namjoon’s mind finds satisfaction at the purpling hand print at the base of his throat, evidence of the last time Namjoon had knotted him and Yoongi’s omega was refusing to go down.
He only hopes it doesn’t hurt. Yoongi’s scent is flat, sated and yet still defiant. Namjoon will fix that later.
Yoongi stares at him as Namjoon continues to feed him, nipping at his fingers every couple of bites. Namjoon’s cock begins to fill out once more, watching Yoongi’s lips while his eats. He presses his hand to Yoongi’s adam’s apple when he swallows his last bite, smiling in satisfaction.
“What is your plan after this?” Yoongi asks, eyes flicking down to his lap. “When you’re back to yourself?”
Namjoon hums, running a hand down Yoongi’s chest, grabbing a handful of his pec, squeezing the supple flesh between his fingers, tweaking at his nipples. He does the same to the other one, his eyes turning a soft red, slowing getting brighter.
“Can you say my name, please?” Namjoon whispers, moving from Yoongi’s chest, down to his belly, both hands smoothing over his waist and hips. Namjoon spreads a big hand over his womb, taking a deep breath.
“Namjoon-ssi.” Yoongi says. Namjoon flicks his eyes up to him, their wolves face to face. “Namjoon-ah.. Alpha.”
There’s a weird look on Yoongi’s face, one Namjoon has gotten before but he can’t remember where. His wolf doesn't seem to think it’s a memory worth keeping, urging him to keep his attention on the pretty mate in his den. Namjoon’s chest goes tight, his scent spiking as Yoongi holds his gaze. He doesn’t like this. His omega should not be looking at him like this!
Does he think we’re not good enough?! Is he doubting our bond?!
Yoongi lifts a hand up to touch Namjoon’s face and the alpha snarls at him, his cock throbbing heavy between his legs. Heat crawls up his spine once more, but this time his wolf does not take over.
Through their bond, Yoongi continues to just.. stare. Pinning him in place with unspoken words, his wolf backing Namjoon’s into a metaphorical corner. Namjoon shoves him back onto the bed, pinning his hands above his head and snapping his teeth at Yoongi’s jaw.
Yoongi submits immediately and it worries Namjoon. This isn’t right. None of this is right. Yoongi is treating him like a fucking pup!
He growls, displeasure in his scent as he flips Yoongi over onto his belly, pulling his hips up and pressing his face into the mattress, fisting his hair. When Yoongi lets out a pained whimper, Namjoon huffs, swearing to himself at the view between his omega’s legs.
Yoongi’s pussy is flushed a deep red, still messy from Namjoon’s previous knotting and clenching around nothing. His hole is gaping, a testament to Namjoon’s cock molding him open, making a space just for him inside of his mate. He was going to make an effort to clean his omega before settling them down for a nap, but it seems Yoongi is still trying his best to get under Namjoon’s skin.
So instead he pushes a finger into Yoongi’s pussy, gathering sticky cum and slick on his fingers and circling Yoongi’s rim before shoving two fingers inside.
“No! Please, not there. Please, don’t Namjoon.” Yoongi gasps, frantic as he tries to wiggle away.
“Shut up. You don’t find my wolf worthy enough so I’ll prove it to you. I’ll knot your ass and fill you with my cum until you’re fucking choking on it.” Namjoon isn’t sure where his anger comes from. Maybe it’s the idea of Yoongi looking down on him, pitting him when he’s done nothing but show just how good of an alpha he is! How good of a mate he can be!
He ends the prep, pulling his fingers out and hiking Yoongi’s up higher, lining his flushed cockhead up to Yoongi’s asshole.
“Present.” Namjoon bites out, frustration heavy in his scent. Yoongi goes limp, panting as he continues to shake, helpless against the man above him.
“Alpha please. I’m sorry! O-omega is sorry, please, not there.” Yoongi sobs, presenting his neck in an attempt to appease Namjoon.
Namjoon ignores him, breaching Yoongi with a moan, holding the cheeks of his ass open as he presses deeper and deeper inside. Yoongi hisses and whines, toes curling where they brush over Namjoon’s calf. He fists the sheets and Namjoon presses a hand on his lower back, forcing him to take it all in one thrust.
“Just like that. Put up a fuss for nothing, didn’t you? So fucking perfect for me. You were made to take my cock, omega, and I’m going to prove it to you.” Namjoon grits out. He’s adjusts himself, lifting one leg until his foot is planted into the bed, hovering over Yoongi now.
He pulls out slow, teasing, but thrusts back in hard and fast, ignoring Yoongi’s punched out yelp. Each rock of his hips is more brutal than the last, shaking the bed and making the headboard hit the wall in a matching rhythm. Yoongi cries under him, shoving his face into a pillow and muffling his sounds. Namjoon has half a mind to pull at his hair so he can hear him, but Yoongi’s pussy slicking up below him his more than enough evidence of his arousal.
He can cry as much as he wants. Namjoon will not stop until his knot pops.
Our omega kinda asked for it, no? Challenging an alpha in his den. What a silly pup.
Namjoon leans down, kissing over the space between Yoongi’s shoulders, the knobs of his spine pressed to his plush lips. He tilts his head against Yoongi’s, moaning as he bottoms out. Yoongi’s scent laced with lust and fear, Namjoon’s own pheromones messily intertwined with it. He wraps his arms around Yoongi, holding him close to his chest.
“My sweet omega. You’re so beautiful, so beautiful. My perfect mate. Say my name again.” Namjoon moans, breathing heavy in Yoongi’s ear. The omega shudders beneath him, clenching around Namjoon’s cock.
“Please~” Yoongi whimpers. Namjoon nuzzles against his cheek, a light scenting too intimate for their position.
He pulls out at in a hurry, flipping Yoongi onto his back and spreading his legs open, pressing his cock back inside before Yoongi has a chance to catch his breath. Yoongi is wide eyed beneath him, nails digging into the alpha’s biceps.
Namjoon fucks into Yoongi slow, holding his gaze. He brushes the omega’s hair from his face, pretty green eyes wet with unshed tears. “Say my name, omega.”
“Namjoon,” Yoongi whines, squeezing his eyes shut. Namjoon grips his jaw, holding him in place as he fucks into him harder.
“Look at me. Say my name.”
Yoongi’s eyes snap open, his omega purring, thighs tensing around his hips. Finally, finally Namjoon feels his wolf go belly up through their bond, going down properly. He holds him tighter with bruising fingers, Namjoon’s knot swelling.
“Alpha.. alpha please.” Yoongi whispers, hands sliding back to rest on Namjoon’s waist, digging his nails into the flushed skin.
“That’s it, just like that.” Namjoon’s hand goes between Yoongi’s legs, finding his clit and swiping four of his fingers across the sensitive bud.
Yoongi moans, tears rolling down his cheeks. Namjoon angles his hips to fuck right into his prostate, his knot pressing against Yoongi’s rim. As his omega beings to come, once more pushing out wet slick from his sopping pussy, Namjoon shoves his knot inside of his ass, the tight walls squeezing him tight as Yoongi clenches around his orgasm.
Namjoon growls and leans down to bite Yoongi’s shoulder, right below his mating bite from earlier. His knot drains inside Yoongi slowly, filling him to the brim while the omega shakes around him, holding onto Namjoon tightly.
“Bite me.” Namjoon spits out and Yoongi’s teeth involuntarily latch onto Namjoon’s scent gland, completing the bond.
Namjoon moans high, his back arching into the bite, pain blooming in his neck. He comes dry, hips making small thrusts in what little space he has with Yoongi clamped down tight around him. His ears turn to static, distantly hearing a faint chirping sound, a strange amusement settling over him.
When he’s finally able to take control of his limbs again, all of his senses seem to heighten at once. Yoongi licks over his neck lazily, chirping in a worried tone and purring, soft hands rubbing down Namjoon’s back. The alpha blinks, staring at the white sheets, Yoongi’s dark hair falling around him like a black halo. He can feel the way a cool breeze flickers over his back, making him shiver, burying his face in Yoongi’s neck, seeking his warmth.
It’s.. strange. He feels calm, secure and safe in his den with his omega on his knot, small tears still rolling down his cheeks. His face is flushed and Namjoon licks over the salty streaks, returning Yoongi’s chirps with his own deep purr.
“Okay?” Namjoon asks, testing the give on Yoongi’s rim. His omega gasps, eyes squeezing closed. “Sorry, love.”
Yoongi sighs, his scent settling, no traces of anger or fear lingering. It makes Namjoon giddy, smiling to himself as he leans down to press a soft kiss to Yoongi’s lips.
The omega does not return his kiss.
. ・ ゜✦ . ・