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Namjoon wouldn't say that he had a praise kink. He would argue that he liked being praised just the right amount. After all, who didn't enjoy compliments?
So, no, Namjoon didn’t have a praise kink.
However, the rest of BTS, his loving and adoring boyfriends and mates, would argue that Namjoon was a goddamn liar and that he actually had a bigger praise kink than anyone else in the group.
Which was impressive, considering the group—and their little poly squad—included Jungkook.
Okay, so maybe he did have a praise kink.
As the sole omega of the group, it was something the rest of them were more than happy to exploit once they had become a pack. If you wanted Namjoon to do something, praise was the way to do it, as he truly embodied the idea that you caught more flies with honey than with vinegar.
They all had their own styles, but in the end, it was more or less the same.
***
Seokjin was the most open about it, seemingly having no shame about anything, always more than willing to show the world how pretty and sweet their omega was.
This was how they ended up on a livestream together, with Namjoon’s ears burning red from the other man’s words.
“Joonie is always cute!” Seokjin laughed, swinging an arm around the omega as he responded to a message in the chat. “You should see how much he frets about his clothes before one of these. Our pretty leader always wants to do his best for everybody.” His hand rested on Namjoon’s thigh, just outside of the frame, while Namjoon struggled to regain some semblance of control over the situation.
“I am not cute!” were not the words Namjoon wanted to say, but they were the ones that left his mouth.
Namjoon’s instinct was always to argue when he received compliments, seemingly unable to accept them, which just made everyone want to compliment him more.
Seokjin grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You are the cutest.” The first part of his statement was loud enough for the stream to hear, and the chat exploded as everyone seemingly wanted to share their thoughts about how cute they found Namjoon.
“You will be even cuter as soon as the stream is over, bent over this couch, our cute little omega.” This part was whispered quietly enough that only Namjoon could hear, but it didn’t stop Namjoon’s eyes from widening as he glanced at the chat, scared that someone there might have heard.
Blood pumped around his body and to certain other parts as he really took in Seokjin’s words. His ears and neck turned red as he flushed. “You can’t say that!” he hissed, glad his crotch was out of view as he slapped Seokjin’s hand, which had found its way onto his thigh. He hoped he was quiet enough that the mic couldn’t pick it up.
Seokjin just grinned at him before leaning his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, returning to the chat as if nothing had happened.
Namjoon tried to keep it together during the rest of the livestream, but Seokjin remained so calm while drawing little hearts on Namjoon’s thigh throughout the entire stream, making it incredibly hard for Namjoon to focus on anything else.
Just as Seokjin had promised, the second the camera was off, Namjoon was bent over the couch, kisses trailing up his spine to his ear as Seokjin showered him with compliments, to the point that he felt like he was going to cum before they even got to the good part.
His cock leaked pre-cum against the side of the couch, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care with how Seokjin’s words made his mind go blank and barely functional.
When the alpha finally pressed his cock into him, whispering to Namjoon how deliciously tight he was, how he hugged Seokjin’s cock perfectly, it felt as if Namjoon’s insides were moulded to fit Seokjin perfectly.
It was as if Namjoon was made for him.
Namjoon came, his brain deliciously filled with fog, and his body lax, before Seokjin’s knot even swelled up.
When the knot finally did swell, locking them together, Namjoon was limp, letting the couch support his full weight as he basked in the feeling of 'too much' and the oversensitivity he adored, combined with Seokjin’s sweet words.
As Seokjin draped his body over Namjoon’s, ensuring his knot was settled as deeply as possible, Namjoon smiled softly to himself, truly feeling lucky to have them.
***
Yoongi’s praise and compliments were never as straightforward as Seokjin's. He was deeply private and would never be caught publicly announcing it in the ways the other members of their pack were so fond of.
The compliments and praise tended to come when it was just the two of them, late nights in the studio, working on songs they knew would never actually end up on any albums, but simply making music for the joy of it.
Yoongi would lean his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, eyes sleepy as he stared at the screen in front of them, and then say in a soft tone, like he wasn’t damn aware of what he was doing, “Good work, Joonie, some of the best you have produced. We are lucky to have you.”
All Namjoon could do was stare at the screen and stammer out a thank you, trying to get some self-control. He had known Yoongi for so long; how could such a simple compliment still get to him?
Because it did get to him. He could feel blood leave his brain to instead settle in his dick, which was very interested in the words Yoongi was saying.
“This one is pure genius.” Yoongi’s long, slender fingers pointed out a specific section on the screen, his voice still sleepy from the many hours of work they had put in that day.
Yoongi needed to stop. He didn’t even know what he was doing or saying, and Namjoon already had to hold back an omega purr, being praised by one of his alphas.
Of course, Yoongi didn’t stop, instead pointing out a few more things on the screen, giving Namjoon full credit for them and making sure Namjoon knew just how well he had done.
Namjoon’s head felt as if it was filled with cotton, and he didn’t even realise he was pumping out a healthy dose of happy and aroused omega pheromones, making the entire studio smell like a peach orchard. Yoongi lifted his head from Namjoon’s shoulder and looked at him with a surprised expression. “You’re turned on by me telling you how good you are doing?” There was a glint in the older man’s eyes that made it clear Namjoon wasn’t getting away with lying.
“Maybe?” Namjoon wanted to hide his face, but he couldn’t deny it as he shifted awkwardly in place, horrified to realise he had even started to slick up.
While Yoongi’s eyes might still be tired, there was a grin on his face. “Pretty omega getting all hot and bothered by a few little compliments?” Namjoon couldn’t stop the whine that forced its way up his throat. Yoongi just... wouldn’t stop, reaching up to pull Namjoon down closer so their lips were just barely apart. “Pretty little omega getting all worked up over words?”
Yoongi leaned back in his chair, patting his lap. “Well, if you want something, show your alpha that you really want it, that you are ready to work for it. You always look so pretty on top.”
It had been many years since Namjoon grew out of his gangliness, and he was no longer in danger of falling over his own legs in his day-to-day life. That didn’t mean he was elegant, though.
He almost managed to revive the old tradition of tripping over his own legs as he hurried to get himself onto Yoongi’s lap as quickly as possible, legs on either side of Yoongi, pressing his lips to the alpha’s just to get him to shut up.
There was no way he was going to last if Yoongi kept talking.
Those long, elegant fingers, together with the rest of Yoongi’s hand, found a new home on Namjoon’s thighs, slowly sliding up the loose basketball shorts to exactly where he wanted them.
In the end, Namjoon ended up riding Yoongi, unable to get the alpha to shut up as he rained sweet compliments over Namjoon in a still-exhausted voice, leaning back in his chair, trusting Namjoon to do all the work.
And all the work Namjoon did. The hours upon hours he had put into the gym pushed him forward, easily working himself up and down on Yoongi’s cock, taking his alpha easily as if he was made for it.
Which honestly, with how often any of the members of BTS fucked him, he was pretty sure he was made for it at this point, that the six of them had permanently shaped his insides to take their cocks.
All the while, Namjoon rode Yoongi, chasing both of their highs. It didn’t take long for them to reach climax, Yoongi knotting Namjoon good and full, leaving the omega panting and making Yoongi take his full weight, something the alpha did happily.
As Namjoon came down from his high, soft, sleepy hands ran through his hair as sweet little compliments rained over him, making him feel warm and comfortable as they settled in to wait for the knot to go down.
***
Hoseok was sweet with his compliments. They were year mates, so even before they had become a pack, there was something special about their relationship. They would always try to hype each other up after training. Namjoon needed help with his dancing, and Hoseok could use some pointers for his rapping, so they did their best to help each other out.
Over the years, as they both became more comfortable with themselves, they didn’t really need the advice anymore. However, they were still always there to hype each other up. As their friendship turned romantic and they became mates, Hoseok seemingly saw their weekly hype sessions as the perfect time to shower Namjoon with as many compliments as humanly possible.
Namjoon wasn’t sure if Hoseok knew exactly what the compliments did to him, but he had a clear idea, because somehow their sessions always ended with them almost violently making out. Hoseok’s pretty words became too much for Namjoon to handle without finding some form of outlet.
The preferred outlet being Hoseok’s cock, preferably inside him.
It really shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone when Namjoon ended up with his front pressed against the mirror in the dance studio of Hoseok’s choice, with the beta’s face buried in his ass, tongue eagerly seeking out as much slick as possible.
At least Hoseok couldn’t praise him when his mouth was busy.
Not that it stopped Namjoon from hurtling towards the edge, finding climax on his mate's very talented tongue.
The praise came afterward, as Namjoon, unable to stay on his feet, slowly slid down the mirror, and Hoseok was more than happy to press Namjoon into the floor, eagerly showing that they were far from done.
How Hoseok got all that energy, Namjoon had no idea. He was pretty sure they were both old men at that moment, considering how idols aged. But as Hoseok started pressing kisses into Namjoon’s thighs, telling him how pretty he was when he came, how good he smelled, how Namjoon’s slick was the best thing he had ever tasted, and how if he had to choose a way to die, it would definitely be drowning in Namjoon’s slick.
That was all it took for Namjoon’s cock to become very interested in the idea of a round two, preferably right in that moment, and preferably ending with Hoseok’s cock actually inside him.
Which, of course, is what happened in the end. The dancer put in all his effort into making Namjoon check if the soundproofing was really as good as they had been promised, because if it wasn’t, then without a doubt, they had traumatised some people with the scream Namjoon let out as Hoseok lightly fisted his cock while kissing praise into Namjoon’s mating mark.
Telling him how lucky they all were that Namjoon was their omega, how no other omega could ever compare to him, how he was theirs, and they would never let him go.
The last part leaned more into the veins of territorial claims that Hoseok was even more likely to make than the alphas of the pack. It was kind of cute how the most possessive and territorial members of the pack were the two betas.
In the end, it didn’t take Namjoon long to cum, with Hoseok’s cock deep inside him, fulfilling the ‘young, dumb, and full of cum.’
Of course, as always, the second they were done, Hoseok was fussing over him, always worried that it had gone too far, making sure Namjoon was okay. Not that Namjoon would ever not be okay after spending some quality time with his year mate.
***
Hoseok could be possessive at times, but when it came to being the leading expert in possessiveness, it was Taehyung. Maybe it was because he was the only beta in the maknae line, or perhaps because he was the last to join the pack, preferring to be 100% sure and testing what felt right for him.
None of them had ever held it against him, of course. If anything, most of them found it very mature that Taehyung was willing to try other things, while the rest of them had just thrown themselves into it.
You wouldn’t think it just by looking at him, observing how he was in public and acted towards his pack, but there was no denying it—Taehyung was a possessive little brat, and Namjoon loved him for it.
His praise tended to be restrained at first, just soft little words in the most ordinary situations about how Namjoon was theirs. He would wrap his arms around Namjoon from behind, bury his head in the crook of Namjoon’s neck right over where the mating mark was, kissing the bite and mumbling about how Namjoon was theirs and they were never letting him go.
That part was fine enough; Namjoon’s libido could handle it. He didn’t have a kink for possessiveness. He thought it was kind of cute and liked seeing what it did to his mates, but it wasn’t his kink. So that was fine. It was the other part of Taehyung’s possessiveness that veered into the territory of a breeding kink.
When it turned into talk about how pretty Namjoon would look full with their pup, how nobody could carry it as well as he could, fondling his currently flat stomach and promising him that one day, when they were no longer top idols, they would all make sure Namjoon was big and round with their pups.
Taehyung would get lost in his own little world, nuzzling Namjoon’s neck from behind, eagerly whispering about how pretty Namjoon would be barefoot and round, where only they could see him. How everyone who saw him would be so jealous of the rest of the pack for having him at all times, and how the rest of the pack would have to fight to ensure nobody stole him away because he was simply too pretty—Taehyung couldn’t blame them.
Those words were never meant to arouse Namjoon, or at least that’s what Namjoon assumed, but they always did. The biting, nipping, and sucking at his mating mark while hugging him from behind was fine, but the words were truly what made Namjoon unable to control himself.
All it took was one more word from Taehyung about how pretty Namjoon was before he couldn’t take it anymore. He ended up pushing Taehyung onto his back on the couch, getting both of them naked in record time before sinking down on Taehyung’s cock, a sigh of pleasure escaping him as he finally got what he wanted.
Of course, in the end, Taehyung wasn’t satisfied with just one round, and Namjoon ended up with his ass in the air getting bred, with Taehyung telling him how pretty he was, until someone walked in on them.
Luckily for them, and unluckily for poor Seokjin, who was the one walking in on them, both Namjoon and Taehyung were too lost in their own world to have any form of shame about what they were doing.
***
Jimin could be mean about his praise; there was no other way around it. He was never cruel—none of Namjoon’s mates were mean in any way—but he loved teasing Namjoon, especially in a way that made Namjoon blush with a mix of arousal, shame, and conflict.
“Such a pretty little omega cock.” It was a compliment, but there was a tone to it that made Namjoon keen as Jimin crawled onto him.
While none of them really cared that much about the idea of ‘top and bottom,’ mostly just going with what felt best in the moment, Jimin was the alpha who loved playing with Namjoon’s cock the most.
Rubbing his still-jeans-clad ass against Namjoon’s bare cock, the short alpha distracted himself with jerking Namjoon off while complimenting his cute little cock.
Namjoon wasn’t even sure what he was moaning about—the words or Jimin’s sizeable ass rubbing against him.
Jimin was so fucking hot; it didn’t matter that he didn’t really look like an alpha. For Namjoon, there was never a doubt about the fact that he was an alpha. Jimin by far had the heaviest alpha pheromones, to the point that you were never in doubt about whether he was in the room or not.
There was a part of Namjoon that always wanted to press his face into Jimin’s neck and just live there. Something was so nice and comforting about the shorter alpha’s scent, but in moments like this, when Jimin was aroused, it was too much for Namjoon’s poor senses.
Moaning Jimin’s name, he tried to get the alpha to give him what he wanted, but Jimin always loved to tease, rubbing his ass against Namjoon, running barely-there nails up Namjoon’s upper body, teasing his sensitive nipples and vulnerable neck, all while telling him he was so pretty and cute and questioning if his pretty little omega cock would be able to please Jimin.
Namjoon wanted so badly to tell Jimin that he could do it—that he could make him feel good—but even if Namjoon was much bigger, Jimin was in full control. All he could do was let the other man do as he wanted, staring up at him with wide eyes, trying not to drool as cotton filled his brain from all the pretty words.
He was lucky that it didn’t take Jimin long to take pity on him. Both naked, Jimin eagerly rode his cock, his hands greedily touching everywhere he could reach on Namjoon, exploring his body while his hips did all the hard work.
Namjoon would try to help, to touch, to do anything to assist, but Jimin would push him back down and tell him to just watch. Namjoon didn’t last long after that. One more thrust of Jimin’s hips, with gravity guiding his movements, and Namjoon came inside of him. He was pretty sure he blacked out for a moment. When he came to, Jimin was lying on his chest, his cock inside the alpha as Jimin kissed praise into his neck.
There was more than one round that evening.
***
Maybe it was because he was the youngest, or maybe it was because he was a late bloomer, meaning that for a long time, up until his early twenties, they all thought Jungkook would either end up with no sub-gender or being a beta.
They were all extremely shocked when one day Jungkook said he was too sick to go to practice, and when they got home, the scent of rut was deep and heavy in the air.
So, Jungkook ended up being an alpha—their baby alpha, late bloomer, and the youngest. So yeah, he could be a bit shy, especially with Namjoon, the group's and pack’s only omega.
It wasn’t that he didn’t try; he threw his whole back into it, diving into the deep end as soon as he got the chance. But he was still... a little shy about it.
Namjoon knew that Jungkook had a crush on him before they were a pack, before Jungkook even had a sub-gender. It wasn’t a secret; the whole world knew about that, since Jungkook was unable to hide his emotions even if he tried.
Being shy didn’t stop Jungkook from doing what his hyungs did and trying his damn best to feed into the praise kink that Namjoon definitely didn’t have.
It truly wasn’t fair, because out of everybody, Jungkook’s praise was the most innocent, but it didn’t stop it from lighting a fire inside Namjoon.
Jungkook would come up and wrap his arms around Namjoon from behind, mumbling into the space between Namjoon’s shoulder blades about how good he smelled and how much he smelled like home and safety.
It would have been fine if it had stopped there—that was something Namjoon could ignore—but Jungkook never just stopped there. Hugging him close, whispering more sweet little compliments, always sounding like this was news to him, something he had never seen coming before, something that came out of nowhere. His own feelings, which he felt so deeply, were a surprise to him.
So often, the compliments were about his scent. Since before he presented, Jungkook couldn’t really smell scents, he had gotten really attached to all of their scents, but none as much as Namjoon’s.
The words he used to describe Namjoon’s scent were of home, of safety, of pack, and those words were truly just meant to be sweet. It wasn’t really okay that Namjoon was getting aroused by Jungkook complimenting his scent. That was not how it was meant at all!
Of course, since Jungkook was now an alpha and had a sub-gender, he could actually smell Namjoon’s arousal as it slowly picked up. While Namjoon couldn’t see it, Jungkook would flush bright red, hiding his face in the omega’s back, but not stopping his stream of words.
Instead, it made him braver. Jungkook wanted to be able to do what the rest of the pack could—turn Namjoon into happy goo in his arms with just his words. So he stumbled his way through it, calling Namjoon every word he could think of that was a compliment.
Jungkook loved seeing Namjoon fall apart, loving the feel of the man relaxing in his arms as he leaned his head back, letting the words get to him, listening to his breathing pick up and his scent spike as he truly gave himself over to the words.
When Namjoon came, the scent of peaches spiking in the air, it was with Jungkook’s mouth against his ear and the alpha's hand around his cock, his mind pleasantly numb and cotton-filled from all the pretty words that Jungkook wasn’t stopping with, even as Namjoon could feel the other man’s cheeks burning.
***
So overall, Namjoon did not have a praise kink. Nope, not at all, thank you very much, sir! It was not denial, not if you asked Namjoon; it was just straight up the truth!
In the end, the rest of the BTS pack was happy enough to let the man have his delusion.
They loved him... and his praise kink that he totally did not have.