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It takes Namjoon a hot minute before he figures out that he is so overwhelmed because Hoseok is in heat.
Hoseok is in heat in the cabana that he shares with Namjoon.
Fuck, that's just great.
He gently scoops Hoseok up from the tub and pulls him into his arms. The omega is cold as ice, colder than any omega in heat is supposed to be. Shivering too; Namjoon can not tell whether it's from the cold water or due to his heat. A wet trail follows Namjoon as he makes his way to the bed, almost stumbling over in his haste. But his grip on Hoseok’s waist doesn’t falter.
“Hey?” Namjoon slowly places the omega down. His skin is pale, his shoulders shiver uncontrollably with the cold. “You okay?” Namjoon picks up a towel and starts to rub Hoseok’s hair. With one hand, he cups Hoseok’s cheek gently, as if he’s made of porcelain, angling his head around so that he can dry his hair as fast as possible.
“Thank you—” Hoseok whines, burying his face into the crook of Namjoon’s neck. Namjoon freezes when Hoseok’s mouth ghosts over his scent gland, his lips parting before he suckles onto it tentatively.
“Hoseok-ssi?” Namjoon’s reaction is immediate. The ice in his veins evaporates under that fire that courses through him anew. His hands shake as he pulls Hoseok away from him, his cock swelling up painfully in the confines of his shorts. Hoseok is a picture for sore eyes, his pale hair damp and soft, frayed around his face like a goddamn halo. His eyes are blown wide, pupils so dilated that Namjoon feels like he could drown in them if he were allowed to.
“You smell so good.” Hoseok’s voice cracks before he whimpers, he leans forward and starts grinding against Namjoon’s thigh, alarming the alpha to no end. “You smell like the rain,” Hoseok sighs before reaching to suck at Namjoon’s neck, lazy and deliberate and fucking tortuous.
“Hoseok-ssi, you’re going into heat.” Namjoon’s hands come down to hold Hoseok’s hips, his fingers subconsciously digging into the cold flesh there. It takes him gargantuan effort not to pin Hoseok down and take him right that instant. “I need to go—”
“No,” Hoseok whines, hands trailing down Namjoon’s naked torso and ghosting against his shorts. “I’ll make you feel so good, alpha.” A keening sound rips from Hoseok’s throat when he starts to palm Namjoon’s cock. “So fucking big—”
“Hoseok-ssi, you’re delirious.” Namjoon tries to tug Hoseok’s hands away, gripping weakly around his wrist. “You’re going to regret this—”
“I won’t.” Hoseok purrs, arching his back, licking his lips seductively. “I booked the cabana just to fuck anyway. If my bastard boyfriend hadn’t dumped me the week before my fucking heat, I wouldn’t be suffering like this.” Hoseok’s body trembles, he closes his eyes and sobs. “I just— I wanna be knotted so fucking bad. Please alpha, I’ll make it worth your while— Please— ”
“Hoseok-ssi, you’re not in the right mindset—” Namjoon’s words cut off on a groan when Hoseok drops to his knees and starts mouthing at his clothed cock. “Fuck—” With all coherent thought officially flung out the window, Namjoon grabs the back of Hoseok’s head and jerks his hips against his mouth. It feels too damn good, depraved in every way. Hoseok yanks his shorts down to his knees, eyes twinkling when Namjoon’s cock springs free, thick and heavy and flushed red at the tip.
“You’re fucking monstrous.” Hoseok keens, tongue darting out to pepper the tip with kitten licks. Namjoon grunts, a deep rumble erupting from his chest when Hoseok finally stretches his lips across his cockhead and starts sucking with abandon.
“Are you sure about this?” Namjoon groans when Hoseok murmurs enthusiastically around his cock. Drool drips down Hoseok’s chin even as he continues to suck obscenely, slurping at Namjoon’s cock as if it’s a popsicle. “I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re like this.”
“I’m letting you.” Hoseok pulls back completely, making Namjoon almost chase his mouth with his hips. “Want you to fucking destroy me.”
“Hoseok-ssi—”
Hoseok turns around and presses down on his stomach. Namjoon watches with bated breath as Hoseok peels his boxers off, kicking it to the side and revealing his naked bottom. He grabs his asscheeks in each of his hands and pushes it apart, revealing his wet sloppy hole to Namjoon’s hungry eyes. “I’m so fucking wet.” Hoseok mewls, back arching as he presents himself to Namjoon. “Please just have your way with me— Ruin me, alpha—”
Everything happens fast. One second, Namjoon is watching Hoseok finger his ass open, and the next, he’s on the ground mounting the omega, spearing him on his cock.
“Fuck—” Hoseok’s legs give out and he collapses onto the floor, his fingers falling limp to the side as Namjoon fills him up. A few deep thrusts from Namjoon has Hoseok spilling pathetically onto the floor, a mess of come and slick forming a puddle beneath them.
“Oh baby,” Namjoon slurs. He lifts his cock out, making sure to drag it along every inch of Hoseok’s walls before letting it catch at the rim. “You came before I could even knot you.”
“‘S ‘cause you’re so big, alpha.” Hoseok giggles, voice cracking on a gasp when Namjoon’s cock drives into him even deeper, hitting him in all the right spots, making him see stars. “Ripping me apart—”
“Does it hurt?” Namjoon grunts out, but at this point, he can’t hold back the force of his thrusts even if he tries. “Should we slow down and take a break—”
“The only break I want is for you to break my back.”
“Hoseok-ssi!” Namjoon can’t help the smile that tugs his lips up into a soft smile. He grips Hoseok’s hips and pulls his backwards, pistoning into him at a ruthless rhythm. “I’ll try my best.” He leans forward and tugs Hoseok’s earlobe with his teeth, making him leak afresh.
It doesn’t take long before Namjoon’s knot starts to swell, his thrusts sloppy and rough, drawing out moan after wretched moan from Hoseok’s mouth. “Fuck, gonna come—”
“Please—” Hoseok hiccups, lifting his shivering hips and grinding back against Namjoon’s cock. “Breed me.”
Something snaps inside of Namjoon and he abandons what little restraint he has to plough into Hoseok before popping his knot and spilling his seed. He empties his balls out, ropes upon ropes of come, plugging Hoseok full. When his mind finally clears up, he notices that Hoseok is squirting all over his cock, little splurts that are in resonance with the way Namjoon dumps his come into him. It’s fucking sexy and before he can think against it, Namjoon turns Hoseok’s head around and steals his lips in a kiss. It’s rough from the get-go, messy, teeth digging into lips, tongue in cheek, wet, wild. They don’t stop even when Namjoon’s knot goes down. Their lips continue slotting together, lazy and open-mouthed. Until Namjoon pulls his cock out and Hoseok moans before collapsing face down onto his floor.
Namjoon plops over on Hoseok, knocking the wind out of him before he scrambles to the side. The floor is wet and gross, and Namjoon turns to see the come dripping out of Hoseok’s hole and adding onto the wet mess on the floor. He presses his thumb against it and tries to plug it up, some depraved part of his brain wanting his seed to stay inside the omega.
“You don’t have to push your jizz back in,” Hoseok mumbles, turning around on his back. He covers his eyes with his hand, chest rising and falling rhythmically. “You can just fuck a fresh batch into me later.”
“Hoseok-ssi,” Namjoon chokes on his spit. “We need to talk about this. We can’t just—”
“What do you wanna talk about?” Hoseok peels his hands off, tongue darting out to flick across his lower lip. “Wanna talk about how good that was? ‘Cause it was phenomenal. No one’s ever knotted me this good before. Or do you wanna talk about how I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I first saw you last night, walking in on me like a fucking wet dream. I would’ve let you have your way with me right then and there if you wanted me.”
“Hoseok-ssi.” Namjoon gulps, rising on an elbow and twisting his body until he’s facing Hoseok. The omega looks vulnerable like this, lips bruised red, hips splattered with hickeys. It sparks a brand new fire in the pit of Namjoon’s gut. He wants to ravish this omega, inspire of how debauched he is already. “I wanted—” Namjoon clears his throat, reaching out and gently tugging Hoseok’s face towards himself. “I’m so fucking attracted to you, it’s not even funny. I’ve known you for less than a fucking day but my head is swimming with images of knotting you across every surface in this fucking cabana.”
“And I’d let you.” Hoseok’s looking at him straight in the eyes now. There’s a steel to his voice that wasn’t there before they fucked. It’s his post-knot clarity, ironic as it may be. “You have my explicit consent to do what the fuck ever you want.”
“You’re saying that ‘cause you’re in heat—”
“I’m sober as fuck, you dumb palm tree!” Hoseok groans, shaking his head about in indignation. “I’m attracted to you just as much. As we’re stuck here together for a week, both of us single and having more chemistry between us in a day than I’ve had with an alpha I almost mated.”
Namjoon’s throat dries up at that. There’s a tingle in his spine, a comfort in knowing that he’s the best Hoseok’s ever had.
“I don’t do casual relationships.” Namjoon sighs, thumb nudging at Hoseok’s cheekbone. “You can’t have my knot unless you want the rest of me too, Hoseok-ssi.”
“That can be arranged.” Hoseok smiles and the mood between them suddenly becomes soft and tender. It’s the first time Namjoon is seeing this expression on the omega’s face, apple cheeks dusted pink, heart shaped lips tugged up in the sweetest curve. It’s beautiful and Namjoon wants to see it many times more.
“There’s just um—” Hoseok clears his throat, scratching his neck sheepishly, his smile not slipping an inch. “There’s just one thing.”
“What’s that?” Namjoon frowns, suddenly terrified of what Hoseok is about to ask him.
“I uh—” Hoseok chuckles awkwardly, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. “I don’t know your name yet. I should’ve asked. Sorry—”
Silence befalls them for a beat too long before Namjoon bursts into laughter. It’s ridiculous how he’s already knotted an omega who doesn’t even know his name. Absolutely classic.
“It’s Namjoon.” Namjoon wipes a tear off the corner of his eye, dimples on full force as he smiles at Hoseok. “Don’t fret—” He shuffles so that he’s straddling Hoseok’s hips, caging him in.
“I’ll make you scream it all night until it’s etched in your memory.”
Fin