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With shaking hands, Namjoon unties the laces up the back of Yoongi’s shirt.
In his kneeled position, Yoongi waits patiently, his blush darkening with every drawn out second. It seems that Namjoon must use all his concentration and self-control as he fumbles with the ties. They can each hear the rhythm of the drums and a woman’s haunting song in the distance. It’s too far away to catch the lyrics, but Yoongi is thankful they are not in total silence. Every little noise, from the ruffle of the sheets to their shaky breathing, is amplified in the small, tension-filled room. At last, all of the ties on his corset come undone, allowing Yoongi much needed deeper breaths. He shuffles around to face Namjoon, whose hands are already toying with the floaty end of Yoongi’s top.
They do not say a word as Yoongi’s shirt comes off. Namjoon immediately leans in to kiss along his collarbones, not allowing the omega even one second to become shy. He is overwhelmed - so overwhelmed - but he manages to reach up and undo the buttons on Namjoon’s shirt. The alpha peels himself away from Yoongi’s neck and pulls off his shirt, revealing honey skin and taut muscles. Yoongi can only stare, too scared to reach out and touch.
Namjoon is somewhat less shy. He runs an experimental hand down Yoongi’s chest, grazing over his left nipple. He touches Yoongi’s soft stomach, making the omega clench his abdomen involuntarily. His instincts go haywire, as he imagines the alpha holding his pregnant belly. He knows pups are impossible, what with the tea, but Yoongi’s omega does not know this. ‘Breed me. Give me pup…’ He just about stops himself from voicing this out loud.
Gently, Namjoon guides Yoongi to lay back. He still has a totally wild look in his eyes, but he is careful as he pulls Yoongi’s trousers off, leaving him bare and blushing scarlet. Namjoon is slow and gentle even as he peels Yoongi’s socks off one at a time. He studies the omega then. There are only two tiny flowers left in Yoongi’s hair, the rest scattered in the nest somewhere. The only thing Yoongi wears is his emerald necklace, Namjoon notes proudly.
“Alpha, please,” Yoongi begs, embarrassed. “I - I want…” He cannot say it.
He doesn’t have to, in the end. Namjoon sits on the edge of the bed and peels his own trousers and socks off. Yoongi cannot tear his eyes away from the alpha’s broad back. When Namjoon returns to him, there is something new Yoongi cannot tear his eyes from. Namjoon is rock hard and large. Slick begins to leak uncontrollably down Yoongi’s thighs.
Like he’s touching something sacred, Namjoon takes Yoongi’s soft, milky thighs into his hands, and pushes them up to his chest.
‘Oh Gods, this is happening, it’s really happening, oh Gods, it’s going to hurt isn’t it?’, Yoongi begins to panic. His breaths are coming fast now, small gasps making their way out of his mouth.
But then, Namjoon is kissing him, his lips soft on his. His chest comes down to press against Yoongi’s. Namjoon grumbles in satisfaction, happy to have his omega underneath him at last. He rolls his hips against Yoongi, making him whine. Namjoon does it again and again, until Yoongi is clawing at his back and the sheets below them are soaked with slick.
Namjoon’s instincts roar at him to take his omega hard and fast, now. But he ignores them, and reaches a hand down. He opens up the omega slowly and carefully, terrified of hurting him. “Okay?” he asks, his voice so deep it’s almost unrecognizable.
Yoongi is squirming below him so much, it is difficult for him to nod. He manages eventually, giving Namjoon the go ahead to take his dick into his hands and nudge his way inside slowly. The preparation and the slick help, and Yoongi’s body is built for this, but nothing could prepare him for the size of Kim Namjoon. “Ow, ow, it hurts,” he gasps, his eyes filling with tears.
“I know, I know, I - I’m sorry,” Namjoon mumbles into Yoongi’s neck. With great difficulty, he stops moving forward and instead pulls back to press kisses across Yoongi’s cheeks, his nose, his lips…
It takes a long time, but finally, Yoongi feels his muscles relax, his body accommodating Namjoon. The alpha groans as he fills Yoongi up to the hilt. His thrusts are slow, but deep, making Yoongi’s eyes roll back. Yoongi expected the pain, yes, but he did not expect this achingly good pleasure. In no time, he is gripping Namjoon’s back and tilting his head back, small pretty moans escaping his mouth.
Namjoon is in heaven. His perfect omega feels so good around him, so warm and welcoming, with his thighs hitched up so high and parted just for him. His chest rumbles happily once more, his scent surging powerfully. He picks up the pace, his hips moving faster.
Yoongi feels like he is floating high in the sky. Up, up, up he goes. He almost blacks out when Namjoon’s knot begins to expand. Namjoon stops thrusting, and instead stays within Yoongi, his hips twitching and grinding. Yoongi is pulled back down to earth when Namjoon presses in extra deep and growls as he fills him up with cum. Before he knows what he is doing, Namjoon’s mouth is opening along the juncture of Yoongi’s neck and shoulder. In his blinding pleasure, Namjoon bites down hard, mating his omega.
Yoongi sobs as the pain mixes with his climax that crashes over him in that exact moment. He shakes violently, the waves of pleasure feeling as though they’ll never end. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when he comes to. He realizes with a start that the whines and whimpers he hears are coming from his own mouth. Namjoon is licking at his bite, cleaning the wound as best as he can. The alpha gets a shock when he suddenly feels teeth clamp down on his own neck.
“Oh,” he gasps with a smile. It takes a while for Yoongi to detach his teeth, but when he does, he collapses his head back to the pillow and returns Namjoon’s smile, his mouth speckled with the alpha’s blood.
Namjoon thinks Yoongi has never looked so beautiful.
—
One Year Later
“Taehyungie!” Jimin squeals when he spots his best friend sitting on the bench outside his house. “You won’t believe what I heard.” He skips towards Taehyung and plops down beside him.
“You’re obstructing my view,” Taehyung whines. “Can’t you see I’m trying to watch Jungkook work?” Jungkook is chopping wood in the distance with a few other alphas, including Namjoon and Seokjin.
“Yes, yes, I know you’re obsessed with him,” Jimin rolls his eyes. Taehyung is quite heavily pregnant now, and it’s making him so clingy. He wants to glue himself to Jungkook’s side. After Namjoon and Yoongi’s mating, the two couldn’t wait to mate and have pups - so they didn’t.
“As if you aren’t just as obsessed with Seokjin-hyung,” Taehyung teases. The two have been steadily courting for almost a year now, and preparations for their mating ceremony are in full swing.
“Shut up,” Jimin blushes, still reluctant to admit out loud how much he loves Seokjin even after all this time. His gaze slides to his alpha, who is dripping with sweat. He peels off his shirt, looking like some kind of God of beauty. Jimin’s eyes glaze over.
“Go on then,” Taehyung sighs, rubbing his belly. “Tell me the gossip.”
Jimin’s eyes light up. “A little birdy told me Yoongi-hyung is expecting!” he squeals.
“What? Really?” Taehyung shouts, drawing the attention of his alpha. When Jungkook sees there is no danger, he goes back to chopping wood.
“Yes, really! Now, don’t go spreading this, Tae-tae. It’s not supposed to be public knowledge yet…but let’s just say my source is reliable,” Jimin smirks.
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Let me guess. This little birdy you speak of is Hobi-hyung?”
“Shh!” Jimin pushes his finger against Taehyung’s lips. “Do not speak of this.”
Taehyung playfully bites Jimin’s finger, who quickly pulls it back with a whine.
—
“Is it just me or do you smell really strong, Namjoon-ah?” Seokjin asks innocently.
“Do I?” Namjoon asks, keeping his head down as he slams his axe into the wood.
“Oh, could it be your rut?” Seokjin ponders.
“No, I haven’t had one since…” He trails off. He was going to say he hasn’t had one since Yoongi’s last heat, just over two months ago. He won’t get another rut until his mate’s pregnancy is over.
“Oh!” Jungkook flings his axe to the ground. Suddenly his eyes well up with tears. “Oh, Namjoon-hyung,” he whines. He races over to Namjoon, who quickly but carefully puts his axe down. Jungkook throws himself into his hyung’s arms. “I’m so happy for you guys,” he sniffs.
“Thank you,” Namjoon chuckles, patting Jungkook’s back.
“W-what? What am I missing?” Seokjin asks, confused.
An older alpha pats Seokjin on the back and laughs. “It’s all ahead of you, son.” Everyone chuckles at Seokjin’s confusion.
Just then, Yoongi comes out of his house, Clover in his arms. “Namjoon-ah?” he calls softly.
Namjoon practically shoves Jungkook away. “Yes, baby? You okay?” He rushes over, his protective scent spiking even more than it already was.
“I’m fine,” he smiles fondly. It’s just…I need your input on something.”
Ever since they mated, Namjoon and Yoongi have been working together like a well-oiled machine on all kinds of bank stuff. They have each come up with brilliant ideas, and have been instrumental in the transformation of the pack’s banking system. There is almost no animosity towards the Mins, and Yoongi is delighted to see his family become one with the rest of the pack.
“Ah, let me have a look.” Namjoon says before he drops a kiss to Clover’s furry head, and then to Yoongi’s soft lips.
Yoongi lets Clover pounce gracefully to the ground before he grabs Namjoon by the wrist and pulls him inside. He slams the door shut behind Namjoon and is pressed up against him within seconds.
“Let me guess,” Namjoon laughs. “There’s nothing you need my input on?”
“Of course not,” Yoongi growls. This isn’t the first time this has happened. His pregnancy hormones are making him insatiable.
Namjoon suddenly picks Yoongi up by the thighs. “Well, let’s not waste time,” he growls as he kicks down the door to their bedroom. Yoongi squeals and kicks his legs in delight. “I love you, alpha,” he coos in Namjoon’s ear.
“I love you too, baby.” Namjoon gently plops him down into his nest. He kisses Yoongi, but then surprises him with tickles all down his sides, making the omega scream. He laughs and laughs, but it soon turns to moans as clothes come off.
Outside, the alphas shake their heads.
“How much longer are those two going to be like that?” a young alpha whines.
“Something tells me they’ll always be like horny teenagers around each other,” Jungkook sniggers.
“Honestly? I hope they are,” Seokjin admits, a fond expression on his face.
In the distance, Jimin and Taehyung are in hysterics at what they just witnessed.
“Hey, Jiminie,” Taehyung says, tears streaming down his face, he"s laughing so hard.
“What is it, Taehyungie?” Jimin giggles.
“A little birdy told me Yoongi and Namjoon have so much sex that they broke their bed recently.” It took so much effort not to laugh, his face has turned bright red.
“What! No,” Jimin gasps, scandalized. “Hoseok told you that?”
“Yep.”
Jimin laughs so hard he falls off the bench.
↶*ೃ✧The End˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-