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Yoongi has a rigid routine he follows before a livestream.

He does his hair and makeup, fresh out of a shower. He exfoliates, shaves and moisturises his legs and picks his outfit and accessories for the night. He looks at himself in the mirror, not to admire himself but to catch any imperfections that might be caught on camera and ruin the fantasy for some keen-eyed alpha.

Then, he takes a shot of whiskey, always his favourite brand, and steps in front of the camera.

Tonight, he’s wearing an all-new ensemble, courtesy of a generous tip from a viewer: a pristine white tennis skirt and over-the-knee socks. His baby blue top doesn’t quite reach the waistline of the skirt, barely decent at this point, and it will only roll up higher on his tummy as the stream progresses. A cute stomach is an omega’s best asset, so it wouldn’t make sense to show all the goods at once.

Some omega influencers photoshop their bellies to appear rounder even if they maintain a stick-thin figure to adhere to beauty standards, but Yoongi is pretty happy with his physique without alterations.

In fact, he’s fairly certain that his popularity stems from having a slender, boyish figure combined with softer facial features and a pudgy belly. The contrast is what makes alphas drool, even if he’s not conventionally pretty.

“Hi, Sugadaddies,” Yoongi says while holding eye contact with the camera, which he can only manage if he’s careful not to look at himself in the viewfinder. Something between naïve and confident; that’s his recipe for success.

“My name is Suga, if you’re new here. Thank you for tuning in to my Wednesday evening cam show. You’ve been working hard, so it’s okay to take a little break.”

Yoongi bites his lips and plays with his bleached hair while leaning closer to the monitor to read the chat. He always takes his time, unafraid of having a moment of silence during a stream, but he’s still hyper-aware of the location of the camera.

“Hi, alpha. I’m doing fine. No, this is not a collar, just a choker I like to wear…”

Yoongi’s eyesight has felt blurry lately, but he doesn’t like to wear his glasses unless they’re for a specific outfit. His nose almost touches the monitor as he tries to read.

“My skirt is from H&M. Thanks for the compliment. Oh, you’re on a work trip? Then you definitely should relax a bit, alpha.”

According to his metrics, 95 percent of Yoongi’s viewers identify as alphas. He’s content with his own niche, which is to offer alphas an intimate experience of having a cute, willing omega there just for them, even if it’s only for an hour.

“Sugadaddies,” Yoongi says in a soft tone. Donations start trickling in as soon as he fixes his eyes back on the camera lens. “I have something to show you tonight. I’ve been a little naughty.”

The flood of donations is immediate – small, hopeful sums.

Yoongi takes a step back and breathes in. He doesn’t get fully naked in every stream. Sometimes he just wears a big sweater with cute socks and teases his audience. Sometimes he uses toys sent in by his fans. Today’s toy he bought with his own money – even took careful measurements of his cock to get the size right.

“Look,” Yoongi says and flips the hem of the skirt to show the audience a glimpse of the cock cage he’s wearing. It’s made of translucent pink plastic – a flimsy thing not meant for long-term wear.

“Tonight, I’m going to play with my holes a little. See if I can make myself squirt with the cage on…”

Yoongi moves to the bed, sitting back on his heels, knees pushed wide apart to keep his locked-up cock on display. It takes more effort to come with the cage on, but having to work hard for his orgasms seems fitting, somehow.

Because this is his job.

“Oh, there are so many alphas here tonight,” Yoongi says, as the viewer count keeps ticking up. He’s going to make good money, even if his weekend streams tend to be even more lucrative.

Yoongi dips two fingers past his caged cock, teasing his opening. He doesn’t need artificial lubricant, his body acts like an endless dispenser for slick. In the medical field, it’s called a condition. For Yoongi, it’s a gift.

He takes things slow because of one viewer, a loyal customer who always tips him generously, enjoys the slow burn and the buildup. He loves when Yoongi is pushed all the way to the edge, and his entire body shakes with uncontrollable pleasure.

Maybe the cage was, in a way, a gift to this particular alpha.

“So, what do you think?” Yoongi asks, tracing his slick-soaked fingers over his belly before sticking them into his mouth to suckle on them. The taste is mild and inoffensive, but alphas tend to go crazy for it, as if the dirtiest thing an omega can do is taste their own wetness.

He leans forward to read more of the chat. Someone says that they’d pay anything to have Yoongi under their desk, warming their knot because their boss forced them to stay overtime. Someone else wants to see Yoongi’s ‘little omega tits’. One of them wonders if the cage is painful.

Yoongi shakes his head at the question. Then, he answers a few more, eyes glossing over the familiar usernames. He’s not looking for a particular one.

BooINXx_: Wanna see you fuck yourself on a fake knot!!!! Keep the cage on pls.

TrainToBoobsan69: Show ur belly, slut

DaddyNamu94: You look gorgeous tonight, Suga-nim <3 Pretty as a pearl.

•••

The stream is over, and Yoongi is sipping on a decaf iced coffee he makes at home. His entire lower half throbs from playing with himself for the past hour, so he hasn’t bothered to put on any underwear – only an oversized sweater that hooks over his bare knees.

DaddyNamu94 requests a private chat.

Yoongi’s mouse hovers over the request. He’s careful to keep his supporters at an arm’s length; only lets them buy him gifts he approves of, only makes content that addresses his audience as a whole. But he’s made an exception once or twice. Especially for Daddy Namu, who practically pays his rent every single month.

It’s not that he feels indebted to him, it’s just that… Namu has been nothing but respectful, and Yoongi likes to reward his Sugadaddies for good behaviour.

Suga: What’s up?

DaddyNamu94: You look really cute in that cage.

Suga: Thx

DaddyNamu94: Does it still feel good for you, though?

Suga: What do you mean?

DaddyNamu94: Coming with the cage on… does it hurt?

Suga: Not that much, I guess? It can leave me a little frustrated, but it’s a part of the appeal for me too.

Suga: And I can always jerk off again afterwards.

DaddyNamu94: Oh?

Suga: Shit, probably shouldn’t have said that. Ruins the fantasy.

DaddyNamu94: No no. It’s kinda hot to imagine.

Suga: Is it?

DaddyNamu94: [is typing]

DaddyNamu94: Idk how to say this without coming off as a huge creep. I swear I didn’t message you just for… yk.

Suga: Do you want to hear what I’m going to do?

DaddyNamu94: Yes, please. If you’re comfortable with it, of course.

Suga: You’re cute, Namu :3

Suga: I have this slim vibrator I’m gonna put inside. Makes it feel more intense when I touch myself.

DaddyNamu94: Holy fuck

Suga: Since I already squirted so many times during the stream, I’m not sure I can get fully hard at this point…

DaddyNamu94: I don’t know what to say without sounding like a knothead alpha.

Suga: A polite little thing. And apparently younger than me, too.

DaddyNamu94: Do you like younger alphas?

Suga: No, they’re insufferable. At least the ones I know.

DaddyNamu94: Do you know many younger alphas?

Suga: That’s personal information.

Suga: And besides, I must uphold an illusion of attainability for my viewers.

DaddyNamu94: Sorry, Suga hyung.

Suga: I’m your hyung, now? What happened to Daddy Namu?

DaddyNamu94: Have you ever called a younger alpha ‘daddy’ in bed?

DaddyNamu94: Wait, ignore that question.

DaddyNamu94: Why’s there no ‘delete message’ option?

Suga: That’s for security purposes. So that I could show evidence in court that a cocky younger alpha was harassing me in the DMs.

DaddyNamu94: I’m so sorry, Suga-nim. Don’t sue me please ㅠㅠ

Suga: Good night, Namu. Talk to you later xx

Yoongi closes the chat box without waiting for Namu to respond. Then, he stares at the stream dashboard for a good while before he goes to wash off.

•••

Yoongi has a six-inch jelly dildo buried in his ass. It feels good, of course, but the main perk of anal is that it leaves his pussy on perfect display, like an invitation for alphas to come and stick their cocks between his sticky folds. He toys with his cock and feels slick drooling out of him as his empty cunt clenches and clenches.

The dildo in his ass is grazing his g-spot, making his toes curl and thoughts turn into goo.

He turns to look over his shoulder and sees that DaddyNamu94 left him a huge tip and a request for a close-up of his cunt. Yoongi stops what he was doing and angles the camera again. A bit of zoom, and… there.

His legs fall back open in a butterfly shape. He has conveniently pulled himself back from the brink of orgasm, so that he can keep the stream going for a bit longer. Make more money. Come harder.

알파맨: That pussy looks so yummy……. Bet you taste like the sweetest nectar, baby boy

TrainToBoobsan69: I would fucking eat you out for daysss

Yoongi hides his grimace. Usually, it’s best not to read the chat when things get heated. Chronically online alphas suck at dirty talk.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi throws his head back, touching himself. He makes sure his face is visible when his climax hits him. Yoongi would never play back those moments of his stream VODs, but alphas love to see him pink in the face and squeezing his eyes shut, as if Yoongi’s orgasm is all thanks to them.

•••

DaddyNamu94: Do you think I’m a horrible person?

Suga: I don’t really know you. But based on my findings, you seem ok.

DaddyNamu94: That means a lot.

DaddyNamu94: But sometimes I hate myself for feeling so… alpha.

Suga: Wdym?

DaddyNamu94: I see a pretty pussy, and I kinda lose my mind.

Suga: You’ve come to the wrong place if you want to be judged for your sexual preferences. Which, all in all, sound relatively harmless to me.

DaddyNamu94: It doesn’t bother you that all the alphas here either objectify you or fantasise about mating and pupping you?

Suga: You sure that’s what every single alpha here wants? But yeah, I have to be okay with that in order to keep doing this. Would you rather have me feel ashamed of my own body and how it can affect others?

DaddyNamu94: No. Sorry, that’s not at all what I meant. Sometimes my mind just gets stuck on these unproductive loops…

Suga: Oh, really? Never would have pegged you for an over-thinker.

DaddyNamu94: I don’t know if that was sarcasm or not…. ㅠㅠ

Suga: You have a fifty percent chance of getting it right.

DaddyNamu94: I don’t like those odds.

DaddyNamu94: I actually wrote a paper on omegan emancipation in uni.

Suga: And?

DaddyNamu94: I wanted to become a proper academic when I was younger. But family business caught up to me.

Suga: Do you think I’m an emancipated omega?

DaddyNamu94: Yes, I do.

Suga: But?

DaddyNamu94: But I’m afraid I don’t treat you as one because of my own prejudices and desires.

Suga: Those are some big thoughts for one evening.

DaddyNamu94: Yeah. Sorry.

Suga: Don’t apologise. Will you tune in on Saturday?

DaddyNamu94: As always.

Suga: Good. Sleep well, Namu.

Before closing the chat window, Yoongi edits DaddyNamu94’s display name to appear as just ‘Namu’ to him. It’s cuter that way, he reasons. More like a nickname one might give to a friend.

•••

If there’s one thing Yoongi excels at, it’s monetising every aspect of his job. Today, Yoongi is filming himself opening a month’s worth of gifts from his top supporters. Most of the gifts he receives are from his public wish list, but sometimes patrons ask if they can send him more specific items. As long as the item in question is not a replica of the viewer’s knot, Yoongi at least considers it.

Namu has sent plenty of things to Yoongi’s PO box over his career, ranging from harmlessly cute to slightly risqué. Half-way through the stream, Yoongi reaches for a box he knows is from the alpha and makes quick work of the packing tape with his glittery pink box cutter.

He no longer vets every single gift from Namu, so it’s a genuine surprise for him as he unravels the two layers of tissue paper to find a sheer, white camisole and a jewellery box inside. The note says, in neat, attractive handwriting: For the prettiest omega I know.

The items have a faint, woodsy scent clinging to them, like wood chips on a workshop floor. Namu – wood – it makes sense.

With shaky hands, Yoongi opens the velvet box to find a necklace inside. The chain isn’t quite collar-length, but it looks snug. It also matches perfectly with the choker Yoongi likes to wear when he nears his heat cycle, and his scent gland becomes pink and irritated.

Yoongi lifts the necklace to show it to the camera, even though it’s a terrible idea. He doesn’t like to receive scarves or necklaces from his fans because they imply ownership – as though the alpha has a right to Yoongi’s neck.

Despite all that, Yoongi is mesmerised by the thin, golden chain and the pendant that looks like a genuine pearl. If true, it’s an expensive gift, something fit for a serious courtship between an alpha and an omega.

Without Yoongi noticing, the chat is going wild.

하하핫: Omg he’s blushing so hard.

BooINXx_: Does Suga have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend??? Wtf I feel betrayed!!!!!!

Yoongi closes his sweaty hand around the necklace, clearing his throat.

“Thank you for the lovely gift, alpha,” he says in a voice that is somewhere between sultry and panicked. He ignores the questions about dating – he doesn’t owe his chat an explanation as long as he creates and illusion of availability during his streams.

Yoongi closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. He doesn’t know what Namu’s hands look like, but he pictures a pair of strong yet delicate hands aligning the clasp and clicking in shut.

For the rest of the stream, Yoongi feels off-kilter. He feels cold despite the thick cardigan he’s wearing, and he has a mild tummy ache which he unsuccessfully tries to soothe by sipping on a can of soda.

“Okay, Sugadaddies,” Yoongi says when he can bear it no longer. “I’m getting a bit tired, so I have to end the live earlier than usual. Hope you have a great rest of your day.”

He ends the live with some finger hearts – securing the last few donations with the aegyo. Namu doesn’t request a private chat this time around, and for some inexplicable reason, Yoongi’s inner omega feels sulky about it.

•••

The first livestream post-heat cycle always takes a toll on Yoongi. He takes them as easy as possible – a big sweater, minimal makeup, maybe a cute headband to keep the bleach-frizzy flyaways off his face and some frilly socks to really sell his innocence.

“Hi, Sugadaddies,” he says in a raspy, tired voice that fits the image he’s created. “Did you miss me? My heat came up suddenly, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Yoongi’s eyes scan the chat in a frantic pattern. The you is plural, of course. For the alphas to inject into their existing fantasies.

“Yeah, it was painful,” Yoongi admits when asked. He’s not ashamed of having a functional reproductive system. “My heats get intense sometimes, but it’s okay. I’m fine now.”

Someone asks him to do a camming session while in heat, so that his Sugadaddies could see just how desperate he gets. Yoongi instantly says no. He could never do it. Some of his biggest rivals on the platform do heat streams and even pregnancy content.

There’s an alpha-omega couple called Tae and Chimmy, and those two have documented both their shared heats and ruts and made a shit ton of money in the process. Recently, Chimmy announced that he was three and a half months pregnant with their first pup.

Yoongi shakes his head and turns away from the chat. He feels lethargic after his heat, like he could sleep for a year and still not feel rested. In reality, his heat was more than a little painful. He got delirious at some point; lost all sense of time and space for hours. His friend Seokjin, a fellow omega, practically broke into his flat and tried to get him to go to the emergency room for fluids and fever reducers. But a cold bath and a bowl of soup later Yoongi felt clear-headed enough to turn Seokjin’s head.

Seokjin spent the rest of Yoongi’s heat with him, helping him nest. Yoongi did try to kiss the older omega once or twice – he felt lonely, and Seokjin is extraordinarily handsome – but Yoongi is glad that his friend gently turned him down. He doesn’t have romantic feelings for Seokjin, so the aftermath would’ve been awkward to deal with.

It was already embarrassing enough when Seokjin later told Yoongi that he’d repeatedly called the omega by the wrong name.

Yoongi glances at his chat again, wrapping his arms around himself, rocking himself back and forth. He can’t see Namu’s nickname anywhere. He doesn’t even know if the alpha is watching because scrolling through the viewer list would seem a bit neurotic.

“What would you guys like me to wear for my next stream?” Yoongi asks, resting his chin on his palm and squinting his eyes at the camera. “Something frilly, or maybe…”

Throwaway345225: Boring little omega wh0re,, stop talking and Show Ur Tits!!!

Yoongi stops talking, an uncomfortable sensation rushing through his body. Usually, his chat is a peaceful place, and he has a few dedicated community moderators who keep the conversation civil. He quickly hovers over the message to ban the account, but the feeling persists.

It’s just bad timing, that’s all. He’s still weak and vulnerable from his heat, so the comment gets under his skin.

DaddyNamu94: Are you alright, Suga-nim?

DaddyNamu94: I’m sorry you had to see that.

Yoongi rubs his face with the heel of his hand. Losing his grip on his own emotions is always embarrassing when it happens on stream or even around his friends.

“Thank you for your concern,” Yoongi says as more supportive messages flood in. “I’m sorry for letting you guys down once again, but I promise to return to scheduled programming next week. My heats really do a number on me.”

Yoongi concludes his monologue with some awkward laughter. He stays live for a few more minutes, responding to the chat and taking requests for his next proper stream, and after that, he leaves, having streamed for twenty-nine minutes and thirteen seconds.

Two short chatting streams in a row will be bad for his engagement and algorithmic push, but he’ll deal with it later. He opens a blank Word document and types in a few ideas for his next stream and then returns to his dashboard, unwilling to leave, even though he should heat up some of the leftovers Seokjin had stored in the fridge.

Two more minutes pass, and finally – DaddyNamu94 requests a private chat.

Yoongi waits for five more seconds before accepting the request.

Namu: Hi, again.

Namu: I wasn’t sure if you’d accept my request.

Suga: Why did you think that?

Namu: I assumed you’d be furious with me.

Suga: Furious?

Namu: The necklace. I know it was a stupid idea to send something like that. I wanted to apologise, but then you were away for a while…

Suga: Listen, I appreciate the apology, but I wasn’t truly angry with you. I was just taken aback by the gift.

Namu: I saw it at a shop and thought of you. How you look like a precious little pearl.

Suga: Are you trying to make me blush? I can tell you it’s not working.

Namu: Sorry, I don’t know why I keep saying these things. Likening an omega to a precious gemstone upholds patriarchal notions of omegahood.

Suga: It’s ok. Did it hurt your feelings when I didn’t put the necklace on right away?

Namu: No, I was just afraid that you started thinking of me as a gross, possessive alpha.

Suga: I think you’re exceptionally aware of our own flaws for someone who spends this much money on a sex worker.

Namu: [is typing]

Namu: [is typing]

Suga: Don’t overthink it.

Namu: I’m sorry. My brain is fried… long day.

Suga: Tell me about your day.

Namu: I had to make a business decision that goes directly against my morals, and one of my best friends called me out for it, as I expected he would.

Suga: Why did you make that decision, then? If you knew you were going to disappoint yourself as well as your friend?

Namu: It’s just how the world works, and my friends know it too. We’re same-age friends, basically grew up together.

Suga: A fellow alpha?

Namu: Yeah. He’s great.

Namu: He recently took a promising junior employee under his wing even though he barely has enough hours in the day to eat and sleep.

Namu: But now I’m rambling. I also wanted to ask about your heat. Are you ok? You seemed tired during the stream.

Suga: Isn’t it a little tactless to ask an omega about their heat?

Namu: Probably.

Suga: ㅋㅋㅋ

Suga: It fucking sucked, thanks for asking.

Namu: I’m sorry to hear that.

Suga: It just came out of nowhere and made me lose my mind pretty much. I hate being out of control like that.

Namu: Did you have anyone taking care of you? I don’t like the idea of you suffering alone, it can be dangerous.

Suga: A friend came over.

Namu: Yeah?

Suga: Not that kind of friend. I’m not seeing anyone currently.

Namu: Ah, right.

Suga: Look, I’ve gotta go. Talk to you later.

Namu: Bye, Suga-nim.

•••

Namu: I have an odd request.

Yoongi has changed his settings so that Namu no longer has to request a private chat with him. The alpha hasn’t acknowledged the change, but he does message Yoongi more frequently and spontaneously than before. Yoongi doesn’t mind it.

He tries to sit up properly, but his thighs are still trembling from holding them out of the way while he played with his cock and pussy until they were flushed and much too sensitive.

Suga: What’s up?

Namu: It’s a bit embarrassing to ask.

Suga: Well, spit it out. I don’t have all day.

Namu: Would you be willing to do a private cam show?

Suga: For you?

Namu: No, for my next-door neighbour.

Namu: Of course it would be for me.

Yoongi snorts, even though his heart is in his throat, fluttering like a trapped honeybee. It’s a bad idea. A terrible idea – what the fuck is Namu thinking?

Suga: I’ve been asked for a private show multiple time. I’ve never said yes.

Namu: Oh.

Suga: Why should I make an exception for you?

Namu: [is typing]

Namu: I would be really respectful about it. I would pay you whatever you asked.

Suga: A penthouse in Hannam-dong?

Namu: Good try. I’m not quite that rich yet.

Suga: Hmm. Yet.

Namu: So…

Suga: I can do this, but on one condition. And it’s a big ask.

Namu: Tell me.

Suga: I want you on camera as well. I wanna see who I’m performing to.

Namu: You want to see my face?

Suga: Yeah. It would make it feel more equal, idk.

Namu: I can do that.

Suga: You don’t even have to think about it?

Namu: Not really. I trust you, hyung.

Suga: Ack, there’s the ‘hyung’ again.

Namu: Well, you’re older than me, right? Or was that a white lie?

Suga: Whatever.

Suga: So, do you have any requests for the private session?

Namu: I can request things?

Suga: Well yeah, it’s for you to get off.

Namu: You don’t have to put it so crudely. I don’t just jerk it raw behind the screen.

Suga: You don’t? Seems like a waste of money to me, then.

Namu: Oh, I always enjoy myself one way or another. Sometimes it feels wrong to pop a knot to someone so cute.

Suga: YAH!!!

Namu: Yah??

Suga: I’m older, you said it first. I can use all the banmal I want.

Suga: But stop keeping me in suspense and just spit it out. What do you want to see?

Namu: Hmm, let me think…

Namu: How about a naughty slumber party aesthetic?

Suga: Go on.

Namu: I like when omegas dress up in cute clothes but have something less decent underneath.

Suga: I can work with that. Any toys or accessories you’d like to see?

Namu: I like the pink cock cage you sometimes wear. If that’s not too much trouble.

Suga: Why am I not surprised?

•••

Yoongi rotates the empty shot glass in his hand, skimming through the consent form that Namu signed, searching for anything he might have missed. He has read the document at least three times, but he’s a nervous wreck, too cold and too hot at the same time: the tiny drop of alcohol warm in his belly but the skin of his arms raised on goosepimples.

Yoongi is wearing the silky camisole Namu gifted him, paired with pink pyjama shorts that have strawberries on them, and a pair of thigh-high socks that are made of cotton. His cock is safely tucked away in the cage, and the outline of the plastic is visible through the sheer layer of cloth.

He lifts a hand to his throat, pressing on his scent gland just like his dam would do when he got anxious as a child. The pressure coaxes a flood of pheromones out at once, allowing Yoongi to briefly smell his own scent more clearly – brown sugar with a hint of pleasant bitterness.

Would Namu like his scent? Yoongi wants to think that he would.

He presses the green button, and the call connects almost immediately.

“Hi,” Yoongi manages to say before his brain switches off. And then, forcibly reboots.

Namu is… terribly handsome. Deep dimples on both cheeks, tanned skin, neatly styled hair. There are two little dents on the bridge of his nose, which imply that he’s been wearing glasses recently.

“Well, hi there,” Namu replies in a deep, rumbling voice that screams alpha. An alpha who gets things done without stepping on other people’s toes but who refuses to bend to anyone’s will.

Yoongi tries not to think too deeply about the kinds of people who tune into his livestreams, but for some reason, Namu’s entire presence clashes with what he’d been expecting. It’s not that Yoongi pictured him as some hideous monster, but there is a certain stereotype that exists in his field of work, an alpha who can’t find a mate, so they have to resort to porn and sugar babies and camboys to fill a gaping void in their life.

“You wore it.”

“Huh?” Yoongi’s mouth hangs open; he must look like a massive idiot instead of the sultry seducer he was planning to portray.

“The necklace,” Namu points out, dimples growing deeper.

“Oh, right.” Yoongi’s hand flies back to his throat where Namu’s gift rests between his collarbones. “It’s beautiful. I never thanked you properly, so I thought I should wear it for you tonight.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” Namu replies, lacking his initial suaveness as he rubs his forehead nervously. “My name is Namjoon, by the way.”

“Namjoon,” Yoongi repeats, tasting the name in his mouth, strong and smooth. “I’m… I’m Yoongi.”

“Wah, what a pretty name,” Namjoon says, his eyes lighting up. “So, where does Suga come from, then?”

“I don’t know… I used to play basketball as a kid. And my scent is kind of sugary sweet, so…”

Yoongi stops babbling. In the span of a minute, he has broken two major rules he’s set for himself: He should never divulge personal information to his clients, and never, ever describe his scent profile to anyone online. The mention of scent can break an alpha’s fantasy about what they wanted the omega behind the screen to smell like, but more importantly, it can attract them like flies to a pot of honey.

Stalking, doxxing, even kidnapping. Alphas can be vicious creatures because they are capable of justifying any act of cruelty to themselves. That’s something Yoongi has learned in his years in the industry.

Namjoon seems to sense Yoongi’s sudden discomfort. He angles the camera so that his face is fully illuminated by light, revealing a constellation of moles on his face.

“Take some screenshots of my face if you’d like. I will literally give you my full name and social security number if that makes you feel more comfortable, Yoongi-ssi.”

Yoongi licks his lips, tasting the thick lip balm he lathers on before stepping in front of the camera. He doesn’t know how to feel about Namjoon saying his name so casually, like they’re just two people who met in a doctor’s office waiting room somewhere and complained about the weather.

He wants Namjoon to say it again. And again, and again, and again…

“Yoongi-ssi?”

There it is.

“Do you want to stop?” Namjoon asks, real concern in his voice.

No, Yoongi doesn’t want to stop.

“I’m okay,” he says out loud. “I’m good to continue.”

“Are you sure?”

Yoongi nods. “Very sure. Thank you for being so considerate.”

With a shaky smile, he stands up to show Namjoon his full outfit, and the alpha says it’s perfect, just what he wanted. Everything is going to plan; Yoongi just has to get the untimely butterflies in his tummy under control.

So what if Namjoon is handsome and rich and confident without coming off as a douchebag or a creep? He’s just a client, just some lonely alpha who hasn’t been touched by an omega in way too long. Someone who yearns for the careful, personalised attention which Yoongi can provide him, as a service, as an exchange.

“I was thinking…” Yoongi says, adamant on getting things back on track. “Maybe it would be fun if you told me what to do next. Should I take my clothes off, alpha? I have some surprises waiting for you.”

“Fuck,” Namjoon says under his breath. “Just the shorts at first, please.”

“Aren’t you a polite boy?” Yoongi teases him, wiggling his shorts down and stepping out of them. The longer hem of the camisole still covers his cock, but Namjoon must have noticed that he isn’t wearing any underwear, only the socks that come up to the plumpest part of his thigh.

“Lift your shirt up for me,” Namjoon orders next. He sounds out of breath, though Yoongi can see both of his hands; he’s not touching himself yet.

Yoongi does, all the while knowing that he’s giving Namjoon a good eyeful of his caged cock and the light dusting of hair that covers his mound and pussy lips. Yoongi hasn’t waxed in a while – he likes to alternate between fully hairless and natural, playing different roles and catering to the differing preferences of his viewers.

Namjoon hasn’t mentioned anything about his inclinations, but the look on his face is… hungry. Expectant.

“Pretty little thing you were hiding under there,” the alpha mutters.

“My pussy? Or my cock?”

The blush which flames up on Namjoon’s high cheekbones is a delight. How fortuitous that Namjoon has a nice webcam on his expensive computer.

“B-both.”

Yoongi smirks at Namjoon’s reluctance to repeat the uncouth words back to Yoongi. Most people are like that, Yoongi has noticed. They don’t like to talk about things with their real names.

“Well, my cock is all locked up, but my pussy is available for you,” Yoongi powers through. He sits back in the chair, hooking his legs over the armrests. Alphas love proof of flexibility.

“What would you like to do with it? Would you want to touch me, or just take a good look?”

“I would eat you out,” Namjoon says, cheeks glowing. “I’d… spread you out, shove my tongue in and…”

“Hmm, dirty, eager puppy,” Yoongi chuckles. His cock twitches uselessly in the tiny cage, and he has the urge to wrap his hand around the smooth plastic. Instead, he traces his labia with a single finger, making sure that Namjoon can see what he’s doing.

“What next, alpha?”

“Hyung,” Namjoon says in a whiny voice.

“What? Do you really want me to call you ‘daddy’? I can, if it makes your knot pop.”

Namjoon lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a grunt and a wail.

Yoongi looks up at the camera, biting his lip.

“Fuck, I almost came,” Namjoon groans.

“Just from that, daddy?”

Another, low groan. There’s liquid heat in Yoongi’s belly, spreading down his legs and arms, making the tip of his soft cock tingle.

Yoongi can no longer take the teasing, so he sinks two fingers into his cunt which is already sopping wet. It’s because of the cage – with access to his cock limited, his pussy tries to compensate.

God, he’s going to leave a stain on his chair. At least the leather surface is easy to wipe down.

Yoongi cants his hips, his fingers slipping deeper. Familiar as he is with his body, he easily locates his g-spot. It sits approximately at the base of his cock, and pressing down on his front wall makes his tummy flex and cock leak.

“What would you… ah, do next?” Yoongi asks, toes curling in his socks, just barely within the frame.

“I would leave your kitty alone for a second and give some attention to your cute little tits,” Namjoon says. “Pinch them, tug them, kiss them better. Can you come from having your nipples played with?”

“I don’t know, with the cage on,” Yoongi breathes out, reluctantly easing his fingers out of his cunt. “I would try for you, alpha.”

“Yes, you would. You’d be so good for me.”

Yoongi grabs the hem of the camisole, yanking it over his head in a slightly ungraceful manner. He’d almost forgotten the lacy bralette he was wearing underneath, but Namjoon’s growl promptly reminds him.

“Keep that on,” Namjoon commands. “And keep your legs spread, I want to see you leak and clench for me.”

Yoongi curses under his breath – on a shameless display for the alpha who keeps staring at him, keeps breathing heavily into the microphone. Namjoon is touching himself now, Yoongi knows, so he runs his palms over his chest, arches his back; doesn’t even have to fake the moan that slips out of his mouth.

“Are you…?” he breathes out, desperate to know what’s happening beyond the screen. “How’s your knot?”

“Fuck, fuck, hold yourself open for alpha, I’m –” Namjoon’s voice cuts off for a few seconds, and then he’s grabbing something from behind himself – a box of tissues.

Yoongi’s cunt twitches like it’s getting ready to milk an alpha’s knot, and his inner omega mourns the loss of good seed that was meant for him.

“Fuck, my knot hurts,” Namjoon keeps swearing, half a dozen tissues crumbled into his fist. “Popped way too fast. God dammit, it won’t stop coming…”

So, Namjoon comes a lot and his knot swells easily, even without the pheromones of an omega to aid him.

Good to know.

Yoongi blinks his eyes, trying to anchor himself to reality, but his body is tight as a wire; it yearns for an orgasm, a release from this madness.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks with a laugh. Namjoon’s knot should still be swollen and sizable, throbbing in the alpha’s fist.

“Anything, baby,” Namjoon says.

“Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be knotted while wearing the cage,” he blurts out, looking away from the screen. “I think it would make it, uh – really intense. Not being able to get hard, having to just – focus on the sensations.”

“Yoongi… ah, I just came…”

“Would you knot me if I asked? Please, I need it. I can’t even remember the last time I was knotted well.”

“I would, fuck. I would knot you so fucking well.”

Namjoon sounds like he’s coming again, and something snaps in Yoongi’s mind like a brittle piece of wood. He feels the weight of Namjoon’s necklace around his neck, clear as the imprint of alpha canines.

With a cry, Yoongi shoves his fingers back into his cunt, fucking his fingers in and out in a frantic rhythm even though he has a whole barrage of fake knots within reach.

“Namjoon-ah,” he says, but his voice is weird and small and broken. “Alpha, please, I think I went into heat because of you. It was so embarrassing, and you didn’t even take responsibility! I didn’t get a knot, and it hurt so bad. My fever wouldn’t break, no matter what I did. Why didn’t you come when I asked for you?”

Yoongi doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore. Sweat is breaking out all over his skin, and his cunt feels tight and raw around his fingers, an orgasm building too quickly to be comfortable. Ha, how the tables have turned.

“…listen to me, omega.” Namjoon’s voice pierces through to Yoongi’s consciousness, like a radio tuned to the correct frequency after nothing but static.

“Huh?” Yoongi lifts his head and sees Namjoon staring at him from his computer screen.

“You’re going to hurt yourself like that, go a bit more slowly.”

“But… I was going to come.”

“You can be good and wait for a while longer. Do you need the cage off?”

“Not yet,” Yoongi whimpers, shaking his head. “I like it. Feels safe.”

“Okay,” Namjoon says, combing a hand through his short hair. “Okay. God how much I wish I could come to you and hold you.”

You could, Yoongi’s traitorous mind supplies. They both probably live in Seoul. They’re almost the same age, Yoongi is on birth control.

No way.

“Do you think you’re going into heat again?”

Yoongi flinches. “I can’t. Not so soon after the last one.”

“Hmm, maybe a false heat, then?”

Yoongi curls into a ball in his chair, wishing he could keep shrinking until there was nothing left of him.

“Hey. Yoongi-ssi. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But it’s going to suck,” Yoongi sniffles. The heat licks up his spine, taunting his already-tired muscles. “I’m exhausted, I can’t deal with the…”

“I will talk you through it,” Namjoon offers gently. “I wish you could have something scented with you. I read that an omega’s pain level can be reduced by thirty-five percent if they have access to a trusted alpha’s scent.”

“Shut up with the sexy facts,” Yoongi hisses. He still remembers the trace of Namjoon’s scent, the warm, wooden notes of it.

“For giving me that attitude, you’ll be coming with the cage on,” Namjoon chuckles. “Go and get your favourite toy, pretty omega. The purple one with an inflatable knot.”

It’s right there on the shelf. Yoongi has used it during multiple streams and Namjoon knows it. The alpha knows his body better than anyone.

“I wish you were here,” Yoongi mutters in a daze. “I liked your scent, Namjoon-ah. I want it in my nest.”

“That’s very nice. Do you have the toy now?”

“I will show you my nest later.”

Namjoon coughs. “I’d be honoured to see it.”

Yoongi nods resolutely and then sinks down on his toy, imagining it was the alpha’s cock instead. The first drag pushes him back to the edge, as though he never left.

“Good omega,” Namjoon praises. “Just like that. Let yourself feel good. Come whenever you’re ready.”

“Yeah, close,” Yoongi mutters, eyes half-lidded. If he listens to Namjoon’s voice, it’s almost like he’s there with him.

Almost.

“Come on my knot, hyung,” Namjoon whispers into his ear.

Yoongi’s body tightens, every tired muscle screaming, his cock straining in the cage.

“Submit to me, hyung. Let go.”

Yoongi sees stars behind his eyelids as he does.

•••

Suga: At 8 pm tonight?

Namu: I can’t wait!! I’m going to send you my personal number if that’s okay with you?

Suga: Sure. But never text me before 10 am. I’ll make earrings out of your canines if you do.

Namu: Duly noted.

•••

Kim Namjoon: Did you get my scented gift?

You: You may never know because you won't be getting that hoodie back.

Kim Namjoon: I can live with that, Sugar.

You: Ew what??

Kim Namjoon: Your fault for smelling like a Starbucks beverage. I've been craving iced coffee all day.

You: Get some, then.

Kim Namjoon: I'd rather drink your [redacted].

You: I'll block this number!!!!!!!!!!

•••

Nyamjoon: I think Jungkook and Hoseok might be dating.

You: You only noticed now? They’re all over each other whenever I drop by the office.

Nyamjoon: Well, it’s gross because Hoseokie is like my brother and Jungkook is a literal baby. And soon they’ll have HR on their asses because of workplace hierarchy and power imbalance concerns.

You: As if we have a squeaky-clean history with these things…

Nyamjoon: I’ve never been the kind of boss who leads by example.

Nyamjoon: How’s the preparation for tonight’s stream going? Do you need anything from the store?

You: It’s ok. I’m going to do a slutty French maid roleplay. We’re out of milk.

Nyamjoon: You can’t just say something like that and expect me to go about my day!!!

You: Sorry, daddy.