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Namjoon never really understood the concept of love at first sight. The idea that he’d just see someone and know they were “the one” seemed… frankly, a little stupid. A little too idealistic, even for a romantic like him.
That was, of course, before he met Jung Hoseok. Five seconds in the alpha’s presence and Namjoon folded on every opinion he’s ever had on soulmates so fast that it was honestly embarrassing.
Radiating pure sunshine from his smile to his scent glands– seriously, how did someone smell like the sun!– Hoseok was a friend of a friend at first. Namjoon’s coworker-turned-friend Jimin invited the alpha to after-work drinks and it snowballed from there. One night of Hoseok being invited turned into Hoseok being invited every time, which then turned into Namjoon inviting Hoseok out personally, then eventually just turned into Hoseok and Namjoon just going out for drinks on their own.
While Namjoon knew he liked Hoseok from the beginning, he didn’t get the feeling that Hoseok felt the same, convinced that every one of their outings together was absolutely not a date, no matter what Jimin said.
It only took some random pushy alpha blatantly hitting on Namjoon while he and Hoseok were at a cafe for the omega to be proven wrong.
‘Hey,’ Hoseok glared. ‘We’re together. He’s not interested.’
Namjoon nodded, indignant. ‘Yeah, take a hint. I'm not inter– wait, did you say we’re together?!’
After one confusing and semi-awkward conversation, it was established that, yes, they’ve been together for weeks, and yes, they were both very into each other.
‘I can’t believe you didn't realize we were dating! We’ve been on like five dates!’
‘You never said they were dates! And you never even asked to be my boyfriend!’
So, after causing a mild scene in that cafe, Hoseok finally asked, and Namjoon kissed him before he could even finish the sentence in answer.
They’ve been nearly inseparable ever since.
Other than the little hiccup of starting their relationship, they've been in sync since day one. They may not have the same tastes in everything , but it’s not enough of an issue where they can’t co-exist peacefully (even if they can’t agree on when their anniversary is; Namjoon doesn’t think they ever will.)
The one thing they’ve been on the same page with completely though? Being horny as fuck for each other.
Since getting together a few months ago, they've been having sex almost non-stop, something that was an issue with some of Namjoon’s relationships in the past. Much to Namjoon’s pleasure, though, Hoseok is just as eager as he is, and so far, equally as adventurous.
Although, they haven’t delved too far into Namjoon’s sexual ‘preferences’ just yet. He doesn’t want his new boyfriend to find out the extent of Namjoon’s sexual deviancy immediately. There’s no casual way to be like, ‘Hey, I know we really like and respect each other, but sometimes when we fuck I want to be disrespected in ways that I would never admit to my parents even if under torture.’
So right now, he’ll just… ease Hoseok into it.
A toy here, a roleplay there, baby steps.
So far, they haven’t ventured further than some exploration into dirty talk and a few appearances of some of Namjoon’s more socially acceptable dildos (the monster ones are still firmly tucked away in his closet in a box marked ‘tax documents’). Even so, Namjoon’s not complaining one bit. Good sex is good sex, and good sex with someone who Namjoon is slowly falling in love with… well, Namjoon didn’t think he’d ever get to a point where missionary and holding hands would do it for him, but here he is.
That’s how Namjoon finds himself now; in a happy relationship, his laptop connected to the tv in his living room, and Hoseok scrolling through dozens of thumbnails of people getting fucked.
They’re trying something new today, this one a suggestion of Hoseok’s— mutual masturbation. Not necessarily that kinky in Namjoon’s mind, but Hoseok seemed excited at the idea enough, and it’s not like Namjoon’s going to say no to seeing his boyfriend cock.
They’re not even undressed, not even horny yet– besides Namjoon’s normal base level of ‘constantly-a-little-horny’ anyway. Even so, Namjoon can’t help but feel pleased to try another new thing with Hoseok. He presses in close to the alpha, sitting side-by-side on the couch while Hoseok peruses through their shared favorite site, looking for anything that seems somewhat decent.
“God,” Hoseok whines. “Some of these titles are so boring ; ‘Busty Omega Begs for Knot’... ‘Petite Male Omega Rides Thick Alpha Cock’... Where's the originality? The allure?”
“You don’t go based on the titles. Look at the thumbnails.” Namjoon insists. “Nobody reads the titles.”
“I do! I have to know what's going to happen in the video, don't I?”
Namjoon snickers at that one, spreading his legs as he tries to get comfortable. He palms lazily at his cock through his sweatpants. “You know what's going to happen. It's porn, what do you think happens?” The ones Namjoon tends to like usually end up with someone crying on a knot. As long as the thumbnail shows that, the title is irrelevant in his mind.
Namjoon starts slicking a little at the thought, rubbing at himself with a little more intent. Hoseok catches the scent of it almost instantly, turning his head, eyes a little darker as he watches Namjoon feel himself.
Namjoon smirks but doesn’t stop. “Focus, Hob-ah. Jerking off together was your idea.”
“Mutual masturbation,” Hoseok corrects with a pout. “And not my best idea. I could just be balls deep right now instead.”
“You have all weekend to be balls deep.” Namjoon reminds him, leaning forward to dive in and give Hoseok a deep kiss, licking into his mouth in a way he’s come to learn Hoseok craves. He lingers long enough to have the alpha following after him when Namjoon eventually pulls back.
Namjoon grins, nodding his chin at the tv. “C’mon, find us a vid with an alluring enough title for you.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes, murmuring a, “tease,” before turning back to the screen to keep searching.
They try a couple of different videos out, but it's clear right away when it's not one that's something they both enjoy. Both of them are hard, sure, but nothing has really spoken to Namjoon yet, nothing ‘alluring’ enough to get too into, and it seems like Hoseok is in the same boat, hard in his shorts but nothing good enough to even get him to take his dick out.
With a quick check from Namjoon, they exit the current video playing of two omegas sucking off an alpha, their exaggerated moaning effectively silenced.
Namjoon’s about ready to call things off out of sexual frustration and just ask for couch sex when Hoseok asks, “What about this one? ‘Twink Omega Gets Tamed and Knotted by Stud.’
Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes. “Tamed? What kind of description is th—”
Wait, Namjoon thinks. That thumbnail looks kind of familiar.
That alpha kind of looks familiar, too…
That omega’s blonde haircut looks really fucking familiar.
Is that—
Namjoon pales. “Oh my god.”
“Oh my god,” Hoseok’s eyes widen.
“Oh my god!” A cry from the screen, where the twenty-year-old version of Namjoon is currently getting railed within an inch of his life.
The ten second preview feels like an eternity, the wailing and slapping of skin echoing in the living room from where it pours out of Namjoon’s surround sound, but eventually it ends. The silence is deafening in its absence.
“You,” Hoseok is gobsmacked. He whips his head. “You do porn? Oh my god, I’m dating a porn star!”
Kill Namjoon. Kill him where he sits.
"I mean, I used to!” He immediately tries to do damage control, face red with embarrassment. “It was back in college for a little extra spending money, but I only did, like, half a dozen shoots, nothing crazy! I definitely don't film anymore, and god, I'm not a porn star .”
Namjoon could die right now, seriously. He could’ve sworn that those videos of him were deleted when the original uploader’s site closed, lost in the vast expanse of the internet to never be seen again.
It's not necessarily a problem that they’re still in circulation out there. Namjoon’s pretty sure he signed the rights to distribute after he got his final check, so he knew there was the risk of someone he knew seeing them, maybe.
It’s just so embarrassing that it had to be Hoseok, an alpha he's so into it's seriously insane, right before they were about to jerk off together in his living room.
This has to be karma for all the times he killed Yoongi’s laptop with viruses in college. There’s no other explanation for the universe to attack him with his past twink-self like this.
The turmoil must show on his face, because Hoseok soothes him, voice softer as he pulls Namjoon into him. The omega doesn’t hesitate to hide his hot face in Hoseok’s. “Hey, no, I’m not shaming you, I’m just surprised. I think it's cool!”
Namjoon peeks up from Hoseok’s neck. “...cool?”
“Well, I mean, yeah. Cool you put yourself out there like that, and uh, explored! It’s…” Hoseok pauses, blushing a little. “Well, if I’m being honest, it’s really fucking hot.”
Namjoon is in disbelief. It must show, so Hoseok continues, rambling, “Like, I'm dating an omega that's crazy attractive, and there's videos of my crazy-attractive omega having sex. Some poor alphas get to jerk off to the idea of fucking you, meanwhile I’m the only one actually who does. So yeah, um, cool…”
“Is… is this one of those ‘territorial alpha’ things?”
“Huh.” Now Hoseok is the one looking sheepish. “Maybe? Why? Do I sound like a knothead right now?”
Namjoon relaxes at that, chuckling. “Maybe just a little, but it's fine. Thank you for not, like, being a dick about it.”
Hoseok kisses his nose. “You don't have to thank me for that. Your body, your business, babe.”
And oh, Namjoon is a little more than smitten with this man. He didn't think Hoseok would be weird about it either way, but it's still nice to see in practice how open-minded and non-judgmental he is.
“Well, thank you anyway. You’re a better alpha than that guy in the video probably was, that's for sure.” Namjoon doesn't remember the specifics of the alpha, just that the guy was definitely a knothead behind the scenes.
Hoseok turns back to the screen, thumbnail frozen on a zoomed-in shot of Namjoon’s hole stretched impossibly around a thick cock, the lean line of his back. Barely in frame, the younger Namjoon’s head is turned, jaw slacked in a moan, eyes nearly rolled back completely in pleasure.
Namjoon turns red all over again as Hoseok squints, assessing.
“Can we finish this conversation later?” Namjoon whines. “If we don't find a good enough video soon my dick’s gonna start hurting.'' Honestly, the shame did nothing to make his cock soften, and the constant, underlying current of horny really is starting to agitate his instincts.
Hoseok’s smile turns a little evil. Oh no, Namjoon knows that look.
“Aww, Nyamjoonie,” he coos cutely. “Why don't we see if this alpha was a better lay than me too?”
Namjoon freezes. Is Hoseok asking… He didn’t think Hoseok would actually be shameless enough to ask to watch the old video.
“You… want to watch me get fucked by this guy?”
Hoseok pouts. “Well, not really, but… you sounded like you enjoyed it from that clip.”
“Oh my god,” Namjoon whines, hiding his face all over again.
Hoseok coos, rubbing a hand along Namjoon’s nape to soothe him. “We don’t have to if you don't want to. We can find something else.” He looks down at his own cock hard in his shorts. “Or we can just have sex at this point honestly. My dick has been hurting for, like, twenty minutes now.”
Namjoon pauses to think about it. On one hand, it's a little embarrassing, watching himself like that, split open and whining like he was in heat. But… that embarrassment is kind of appealing. Watching himself be so shameless for the camera has heat pooling in his gut despite himself.
Plus, for how much of a knothead he remembers that alpha was, Namjoon also remembers that he didn’t need to fake his moans for him. This was one of the more ‘fun’ shoots he did.
It wouldn’t hurt to see if it was as good as he remembers.
“We can watch it,” Namjoon mumbles.
“Are you sure? If it makes you uncomfortable–” Hoseok pulls Namjoon’s face from his neck to check, but stops, eyes widening at the flush of Namjoon’s cheeks. “ Oh .”
Hoseok’s scent spikes, but Namjoon just sits back, facing the screen again. He clears his throat. “Hit play.”
Hoseok doesn't comment further, nor does he comment on the tent of Namjoon sweats. Thankfully, he just leans forward to hit start on the video before settling back himself.
The video starts with a much skinnier and shorter Namjoon, blonde and lean. He’s barely dressed in a tank top and shorts, sitting on a couch with his arms crossed, his plush lips pursed in a scripted pout. The man behind the camera is speaking to him, but Namjoon is purposefully not replying.
The premise of this shoot had been simple for the young omega– be a brat.
It only takes 30 seconds of video for Hoseok to speak. “Namjoon-ah… you're sure that's you and not your long-lost twin or something?” Hoseok squints at the screen before casting a sidelong glance at Namjoon. The omega already knows what he’s going to say. “You’re so—”
“Don’t—” Namjoon whines.
“Small! Where are all your muscles?! This is not the beefy omega teddy bear I know!”
Namjoon pouts, a mimic of his younger self on screen. “I started working out after college.”
In the video, the camera director asks Namjoon if he's a good boy, and the younger-Namjoon rolls his eyes. ‘I don’t need to be,’ he snarks, voice a higher timber than it is today.
The man behind the camera chuckles. ‘I see, so a bad little boy then?’
“God, this is so fucking embarrassing.” Namjoon complains, shifting in his seat. Who could find this hot? Definitely not him. The slick in his sweatpants is from something else, thank you very much.
Hoseok hums knowingly. “Want me to stop it then?”
Namjoon says nothing, and neither does Hoseok.
Hoseok isn't wrong; Namjoon is small in this video, body lean and thin, something he used to his advantage for shoots like this. The twenty-year-old version looks more like the dainty omegas that the porn industry usually look for than the way Namjoon looks now, tall and broad after many years spent at the gym building muscles.
There’s more dialogue in the video, and the younger-Namjoon on screen is all talk, all snarky comments and pouts over how he didn’t need to be there. Disinterested, and not turned on in the slightest.
All acting, of course. In actuality, he remembers slicking up the second they started rolling. All those crew behind the camera, watching, waiting to see him get fucked by a stranger–
On cue, the alpha from the preview clip comes into screen, sitting on the couch and crowding into younger-Namjoon’s space. Namjoon doesn't remember what his name was, but he remembers the directions given for the shoot. He was instructed to be nervous yet defiant, someone the alpha could put into place.
One snarky reply from younger-Namjoon, and the alpha does just that, scruffing the young omega and pinning him face first across his lap. The man yanks his shorts down, pulls at younger-Namjoon’s ass to expose his leaking hole to the lens without even asking.
‘All this sass from such a needy omega slut?’
“Jesus,” Hoseok murmurs.
Namjoon shifts. “Yeah, this was one of the more hardcore shoots I did.” Not completely a lie. Namjoon’s done a BDSM video or two that could've been seen as more intense, but this alpha was definitely rougher, more aggressive. It shows in the way he jams two fingers into Namjoon’s hole right off the bat. The younger-Namjoon whimpers, squirms in the alpha’s large arms..
“Fuck,” Hoseok grunts, adjusting himself in his shorts.
Well put, Namjoon thinks. Back then, he never watched any of the content he filmed, so this is new to him, too. It's just as intense as he remembered it being. The alpha gives him no time to adjust to anything, fucking in finger after finger until Namjoon’s absolutely gaping for the camera.
Younger-Namjoon tries to whine, to wriggle away, but the alpha just growls, spanking him with orders to ‘stay still and behave. This is what needy things like you deserve.’
After a few more spanks, younger-Namjoon obeys, giving no resistance as the alpha rearranges him, feeds his cock past Namjoon’s slack lips easily, no time given to adjust before he fucks his throat.
“God, you just really take it, huh?” Hoseok says with a nervous laugh.
Namjoon turns to defend himself, ready to say that it's in the past, to not judge him based off of this, but when he sees the way Hoseok is tenting his shorts, Namjoon stops.
Hoseok’s not turned off and judgmental… he's turned on and appreciative.
A yelp sounds from the screen, and Namjoon looks back just in time to see his younger self’s mouth get dragged off the thick cock with a clicky-cough. In a blink, he’s manhandled and bent over the arm of the couch, firm hand on his nape pushing him into the cushion as the alpha dips his cock into his slick-wet hole. The younger-Namjoon takes him as easy as anything, opened roughly and dripping enough slick to coat down his thighs. The camera doesn’t miss any of it as the alpha sinks inside to the hilt.
The camera pans to younger-Namjoon’s face just as his eyes roll back, a broken whine leaving his lips.
‘Not so disrespectful now, huh? Just needed an alpha cock to put you back into place.’
Fuck. A jolt of arousal courses through Namjoon at the line.
He hasn't had sex like that in years. No partner he's had has been comfortable with it, and no one night stand has been up to the challenge, not when Namjoon is usually the same size of the alphas he took home, if not bigger than them. After enough disappointment and rejection, Namjoon learned to stop asking.
But if Namjoon’s honest, sex like that is his favorite. Rough and dirty. Demeaning. Just because he's strong and big doesn't mean he doesn’t like being made to feel small and weak.
It might be a little taboo, but this is what Namjoon craves the most– brutal, quick fucks where he doesn’t get a say, where he gets tossed around and pinned, mocked and degraded, fucked full and knotted, left a dripping mess afterward–
“Fuck,” Hoseok says in awe, eyes glued to the screen as the camera shows a close-up of younger-Namjoon’s near cross-eyed face, spit coating his chin as he struggles to keep his pink-wet tongue behind the slacked pout of his mouth. The alpha fucking him from behind has picked up a punishing pace, knocking breathy little moans past the omega’s lips. When he makes dazed eye contact with the lens, eyes glazed, lips glossy and raw-red, Namjoon watches as Hoseok tries to adjust himself in his shorts as discreetly as possible. Fuck.
“Damn, Joonie, you sure were a trooper. You don't even like sex like that?” It’s phrased like a question, like Hoseok isn't even sure of that. After all, they haven't had sex like that, nothing with dynamics or rough play involved.
Namjoon says nothing to confirm or deny it though, just adjusts himself as he watches the on-screen alpha tighten his hand on his nape, scruffing him again. The younger version of him heaves a sob. The Namjoon of today shivers at the mere thought of a scruff.
“Oh.” Hoseok’s eyes widen, and Namjoon feels exposed, even more than before, feels Hoseok’s eyes boring into the side of his face. “You do.”
Namjoon could never really lie, but he swallows. Plays dumb. “Do what?”
“Like it.” Hoseok’s staring at Namjoon, he can feel his eyes on him, video ignored for the moment. “You like being fucked like that.”
There's no point in denying it, his scent gives away everything, slick pooling in his sweats as he watches his younger self get drilled, get pinned down and taken.
Get dominated in a way he’s craved for years .
With confidence that he doesn’t fully possess, Namjoon finally meets Hoseok’s eye and admits, “I do. I… I love it.”
Hoseok’s scent thickens, eyes darker than Namjoon ever thinks he’s seen them. He feels the shift, the playful and gentle Hoseok he normally knows, morphing into this intense, imposing alpha presence. “Do you?”
Namjoon whimpers, an echo to the version of him on screen. Carefully, he nods.
“You fucking like that?” Hoseok asks, hips snapping forward. “You like taking alpha cock like this?”
“Ye-ah!” Namjoon whines, mouth slack against the cushion.
It felt like only a moment before Hoseok was pouncing on him after Namjoon’s admission, flipping him face-first onto the couch onto his knees. Hoseok had Namjoon’s sweatpants around his thighs and three fingers buried into his hole before he could even register what was happening, Hoseok working him open just as quickly as the alpha from the video. It stung, god did it sting, but in that addictive way Namjoon’s missed, that bite of pain that Namjoon’s been craving.
Namjoon never got the chance to recover. As slick as he was, Hoseok entered him in a single slide with sloppy squelch, and he hasn't let up since, dicking Namjoon into the moaning mess he is now.
A strong hand holds both of Namjoon’s arms against his lower back easily, a grip Namjoon hasn't tried to fight, doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to. Hoseok’s using every ounce of his alpha strength to keep Namjoon down. He can feel it in the clench of Hoseok’s fingers.
That alone would be enough to subdue him, to keep him prone on his knees for Hoseok to do as he pleases.
His hold is not the only way Hoseok has Namjoon pinned down though, and it’s not what has Namjoon keening, eyes rolled back in pleasure.
One of Hoseok’s feet is still planted on the couch, but what’s really making heat bubble under Namjoon’s skin is the alpha’s other leg– his foot pressed to the side of Namjoon’s face, a commanding pressure squashing his head and torso into the cushion. Hoseok uses the leverage to fuck deep, to keep Namjoon still as he dips his cock inside.
The position keeps Namjoon’s back arched fully, keeps him presented as Hoseok mounts him, claims him, unable for Namjoon to do much else besides take it.
Namjoon’s pretty sure he's drooling, fucked into another state of consciousness as Hoseok drills into him.
“You take cock so fucking good, yeah? No wonder you started doing porn.” God, the mouth on Hoseok, too. He just keeps saying these things, these deliciously mean comments that make Namjoon’s cock throb where it slaps wetly against his stomach, jostled with every jolt of his body. Namjoon burns, hotter than the sun emanating from Hoseok’s scent glands, burning his sinuses to ash.
Hoseok smacks the meat of his flank and Namjoon gasps. “Might as well get paid to get stuffed when you're gagging for it.”
“Again,” Namjoon slurs mindlessly. His brain is nothing but a feedback loop of more, more, more .
“Huh?” Hoseok grunts.
“Hit me again,” Namjoon begs. “Hn- please. I like that. Hit me harder.”
Hoseok’s hips stutter for just a second before Namjoon hears a rumbling. A growl, deep in the alpha’s chest. His instincts have him going limp, taut strings cut loose.
Hoseok has never growled.
Namjoon doesn't fully realize the gravity of things before Hoseok is fulfilling his request, striking him again, then again, and again , until the skin of his asscheek grows hot, sensitive. Another fiery assault on Namjoon’s senses.
Namjoon’s breath hitches with every swat, choked-off little whimpers spilling past his lips in shocked spurts. It's not hard enough to truly hurt, just a sharp little jolt of sting, methodically placed to keep Namjoon squirming.
It registers then for Namjoon– Hoseok’s hits… they’re precise. Not the careless slaps of someone just hitting for the sake of it, but well-aimed. Experienced. Hoseok’s experienced in this.
“H-hob-ah,” he chokes out.
Hoseok coos, slowing. He cards a deceivingly-gentle hand through the buzzed strands of Namjoon’s hair. “Getting overwhelmed baby? Want me to stop?”
Namjoon’s about to protest, but the fingers in his hair tighten as best they can with the short length. It’s not much, and it makes the tug painfully sharp, stealing a startled gasp from his lips. Hoseok leans his weight into Namjoon, until his cock is as deep as it can go, grinding deep enough it steals the air from Namjoon lungs.
The stretch of Hoseok is dizzying, Namjoon struggling to think as the alpha keeps him full.
“Ah-ha,” Namjoon breathes.
Hoseok just giggles, grinding into Namjoon in a way that drags along his prostate almost painfully. “What's that? Can’t understand you, Joonie. Did you want alpha to stop fucking you?”
“No,” Namjoon denies, the thought devastating when he’s so close to coming, body strung taut from the mix of sensations. Desperate, he adds, “C’mon, please, Hob-ah, please.” Please never stop.
“Aw, poor baby,” he says in aegyo. “You beg so cutely, Nyamjoonie.”
He slides his cock out until only the head is pressed inside– “Since you asked so nicely…” – and snaps forward, hips meeting the slap-pink skin of Namjoon’s ass.
“Fuck!” Namjoon gasps.
Hoseok kicks up a punishing pace, little grunts and huffs a juxtaposition against Namjoon’s breathy cries. The noises echo across the living room, the only sound remaining ever since the video reached its end– besides the schlick-wet sound of Namjoon’s slick being fucked out of him, his juices clinging stickily to where their skin meets
He’d be more embarrassed if he didn’t feel so fucking good.
Namjoon can feel Hoseok’s balls slap against his taint wetly, his slick coating the alpha’s cock and balls. Every plunge of Hoseok’s cock, every slide, is accompanied with gush-wet clicks. A ripe peach split and dripping.
He can’t look to see in this position, as desperately as he wants to look between his thighs and watch Hoseok split him open, but just the thought has Namjoon reeling, shivering and feeling deliciously filthy from the sounds alone. He doesn't remember the last time he was wet like this, slicking up enough for it to travel down his thighs, dripping to stain the cushions below.
“Hoseok,” Namjoon pants, eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Hah, you’re so…”
“So what?” Hoseok prompts when the dicking makes Namjoon lose his train of thought.
“S’fucking hot . Y-you’re not like this.” He really isn't. Sex with Hoseok is fun, great, but it’s never rough like this, never domineering and brutal– not that Namjoon’s complaining. This is just not the Hoseok he’s familiar with.
“No?”
Namjoon tries to shake his head, but Hoseok presses his foot down harder, grips his hair tighter, holding him down and making him whimper, a simpering mess. It’s just perfect. God .
Hoseok laughs through a snarl, a mocking thing. “This is how I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Joonie.”
“Wha–?” It is? But they've never…
“I like it rough.” Hoseok leans forward, voice deadly sharp when he adds, “I like my omegas to present and take what I give them.”
Namjoon reels, seeing the alpha in a whole new light. His sunshine alpha, lovely and respectful, wants to ruin Namjoon, wants to take and take and take and take–
“Are you going to take it, baby?” he asks, grinding deep only once before pulling back and jamming his cock in hard . “Take what alpha gives you?”
“Take it,” Namjoon repeats dumbly, mind going hazy from all the pheromones Hoseok’s pumping out. “Take it, alpha. I like it rough, too. I like it– so much. Jus’ fuck me up, n- fuck. ”
“Fuck,” Hoseok curses.
The pleasure builds in Namjoon, steady waves growing into a tsunami that could finally douse the inferno blazing in his veins. Hoseok’s fucking him in just the right way, each slide of his cock pressing firmly against his battered prostate, soft and swollen insides pulsing. He can’t hold back the little whimpers and gasps being punched out of him each time he's filled to the brim, knocked from his slack-jawed face, bite-red lips parted where he’s still pressed and drooling into the couch.
Hoseok shows no signs of slowing down to let him breathe either, pace fast and hard, unrelenting. Namjoon wouldn’t ask him to slow down if he had the ability of speech anyway, pleasure burning hot, then hotter, a final magma boil. He feels it pooling in his groin, cock throbbing with need as it continues to go neglected.
At this point though, the pain twists into torturous pleasure, and Namjoon thinks– no, he knows – he’s going to cum from Hoseok’s cock alone. It’s terrifying. He’s never done that, never even come close , but with how well Hoseok’s fucking him, he doesn’t have a choice. This alpha can take what he wants from Namjoon’s body, can claim and drag out whatever he desires– orgasms included.
“Gonna,” Hoseok grunts. “Gonna breed you better than that pathetic fucking alpha.” Hoseok’s tone grows deeper, the tell-tale signs of alpha headspace taking over, a deadly dark timber to his voice. Namjoon’s seen it with other alphas before, how the sex pheromones can drive them into a frenzy, make them go a little feral.
But he's never seen it with Hoseok, and it’s hot– devastatingly so.
“Yes, knot… knot me,” Namjoon begs, trying his best to wriggle in Hoseok’s hold, to goad him into doing it. “Gimme your pups. C’mon, fill me. Wan’ puppies.”
Hoseok just snarls, tightening his grip, bruise-tight where he has Namjoon’s flesh in his hands. “Stay,” he commands. His thrusts are slowing but they’re harder, sharp snaps that Namjoon can feel in his spine. “Knot… gonna–,” Hoseok’s beyond the ability to make full sentences. “Stay ‘n’ breed… gonna–,” he snarls. “–gonna breed.”
Namjoon feels the proof of it; Hoseok’s knot swells, catching on his rim.
That knot becomes the single most important thing to Namjoon in his entire life, eyes rolling back, overwhelmed. “Y-yes, n-ha! Breed m-me…”
Hoseok’s thrusts become erratic, the frenzied pace of an alpha trying to lodge his knot quickly, deep and secure to ensure it catches. At this point, the omega’s pleasure is an afterthought to his own. He’s just using Namjoon’s body to chase his own pleasure, to mount and breed regardless if Namjoon gets off to it. An alpha taking what he wants.
The thought is what ultimately has Namjoon’s body locking up in a blinding orgasm, clenching around Hoseok’s nearly-swollen knot with a hoarse cry while his own untouched cock spurts weakly onto the couch.
“Good bitch,” Hoseok growls in final approval, and with a half-dozen snaps of his hips, his knot swells fully, finally too large to pull out as it tugs on Namjoon’s puffy, fuck-raw hole. The girth of it drags along Namjoon’s achingly abused prostate, hard enough to have the omega seeing stars.
Except, the stars don't stop. He blinks to disperse them, but his vision still swims.
The last thing he recalls before blacking out completely is Hoseok groaning lowly behind him, his knot pulsing and cock kicking hard as cum floods the omega’s sex-swollen insides.
The excess pitter-patters into the cushion of the couch, too much to stay plugged.
After that, darkness.
Namjoon comes to sometime later, still knotted to Hoseok. The alpha must have maneuvered them into a more comfortable position while he was out, both of them on their sides facing each other, one of Namjoon’s legs slung over Hoseok's hip. It’s a far cry from the position the alpha had him in before, even if he weirdly didn’t mind the foot against his face. (That’ll be something to unpack later. Or never).
Hoseok softly strokes Namjoon’s hair, smiling as he notices him waking up. “Welcome back, baby,” he murmurs.
Namjoon grunts, eyes slipping shut again as he nuzzles into Hoseok’s hand. The alpha chuckles. “How you feelin’?”
“Sore,” Namjoon admits. “But good. Hob-ah, that was…”
“Mm,” Hoseok is so smug. “Sure was.”
It's silent for another moment, just the peacefulness of the living room, of their soft breathing. Their mixed scents cling like a cloud around them, a safety blanket that leaves Namjoon feeling warm and gooey.
The peace doesn't last.
“So when were you gonna tell me you were such a knotslut?”
Namjoon twists the closest nipple he can reach.
“Ow, ow, ow, sorry, sorry ! Let go of my tit!”
Namjoon pouts, “Don’t be mean. You didn't say you were… like that either.”
“Like what?” Hoseok teases.
“You know… all big, bad alpha, or whatever.”
Hoseok shrugs, “Fair.”
“I was gonna… tell you eventually,” Namjoon mumbles after a beat of silence. “Just didn't want to scare you off or anything.”
“Scare me off? Why would this scare me off?”
“Honestly? I like… weird stuff with sex. Harder stuff.” Namjoon’s face heats. “I dunno, I just didn’t want you to think I was gross for liking this kind of thing.”
Hoseok blinks at Namjoon. “Um…”
“And I don't like being all,” Namjoon gestures vaguely. “Submissive, or whatever, all the time. I just really, really like it during sex.”
“Joonie–”
“–and obviously, if you were just going along with all of this for my sake, we don’t have to have sex like this again! I like sex of any form, especially with you–”
“Joonie!” Hoseok interrupts his rambling. Namjoon’s mouth clicks closed.
When it’s clear Namjoon’s not going to start up again, Hoseok smiles, confused. “You already knew I was into this.”
Huh?
“Um… no, I didn't?”
“Yes, you did!” Hoseok insists. “I told you I worked at that club before!”
Namjoon does, but what does that have to do with anything?
“…Namjoon-ah, it was a fetish club.”
Namjoon’s mind screeches, halts, derails. “…What?”
“I used to dom there,” Hoseok says. “I’m a sadist dom. This was, like, kind of tame for me.”
“What!” Namjoon shrieks, propping himself up on an elbow. It tugs uncomfortably on the knot he’s still stuck on, and Hoseok hisses in discomfort, but that’s not as important right now. “You didn't tell me it was a sex club!”
“I didn't?” Hoseok’s brows knit.
“No!” Namjoon pouts. “If I knew it was, I would've said something sooner!”
“Well, I didn't know!” Hoseok says, helpless. “I just thought you didn't bring it up ‘cause you were vanilla.”
“Van– vanilla?! How dare you! You thought I was vanilla? My extensive sex toy collection– one that almost guarantees I’m not going to any sort of heaven– would say otherwise!” Namjoon scoffs. “Me? Vanilla–?”
“Well that was before I knew I was dating a porn star!” Hoseok shakes his head, laughing. “Babe, I seriously think we need to start working on our communication skills. This can’t keep happening.”
“Agreed,” Namjoon huffs. “Now I have to know what other kinks you've got lurking.” Before he can ask, Namjoon yawns suddenly, exhaustion catching up with him.
Hoseok chuckles, overly fond when he agrees, “Yeah, but maybe later. I think I wore you out. Let's nap before we grill each other on our weird kinks, hm?”
Namjoon hums, “A nap sounds good.” He tucks back into Hoseok’s arms, eyes slipping closed, body ready to get a quick nap in.
Except his mind isn’t on the same page. He can't help imagining Hoseok in a whole new light now– dressed in all leather, tying Namjoon down to the bed, that wicked smile staring down at him as he wrings out orgasm after orgasm after orgasm–
“So, like… just curious,” Namjoon starts. “Is that club still open?”
“Nap first, kink-grilling later. ”
“Ugh, fine.”
…
“So like, what kind of sex toys keep you from going to heaven exactly?”
Namjoon’s arm shifts.
“Ow, ow, ow, I’m sorry, Joonie! Let go of my titty!”