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“It’s me.”
Jungkook can’t move. His heart is beating so hard he can feel his pulse in his neck, his ears are drowning in white noise. Is this real? Or has he finally gone insane and is hallucinating? Jungkook licks his chapped lips, but his dry tongue feels like sandpaper. He lifts a trembling hand to the intercom and presses a button. He sees the grainy shape of Namjoon leaning beside his door. He looks odd.
“Baby?”
Jungkook finally moves. Just as slow, he takes the two steps left and reaches for his door. He pulls the handle and steps back. And there he is. Solid, real. He’s also dripping wet, and Jungkook gasps, alarmed, when he sees his eye is swollen, red dripping from an open wound.
“What happened?”
Thoughtlessly, Jungkook grabs the sleeve of his coat and pulls him inside, crouching in front of him and tapping his shin.
“Help me get your shoes off.”
“I— uhm… I might have crashed my car?”
“What?!” Jungkook stops, looking up at Namjoon and disbelief, but the alpha’s eyes are zeroed in on where Jungkook is touching him.
“Like a couple of blocks ago,” Namjoon points behind himself with his thumb, lifting one leg and the other so Jungkook can pull the soaked shoes off. Like Jungkook will be able to see the car if he follows his finger. “Against a pole, no worries.”
“So you walked?” Jungkook continues, standing up and pushing Namjoon’s coat off his shoulders. It falls to the floor with a wet splat.
“Yeah.”
“In the rain?” Jungkook grabs him by the wrist, over the sleeve of his sweater, and drags him inside, towards his bathroom.
“Yeah.”
“Where’s your car?” He makes Namjoon sit on the closed toilet lid and steps outside, ignoring Namjoon’s strangled sound.
“Still on the pole,” comes Namjoon's voice with the bathroom echo as Jungkook retrieves his first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet and clean clothes that should fit Namjoon.
“You just left it there?”
“I wanted to text Sejin, but I don’t have my phone.”
“Jesus,” Jungkook sighs quietly, rubbing his forehead before sending Sejin a quick text to explain everything and stepping back into the bathroom. He finds Namjoon obediently sitting on the toilet, looking at his hands on his lap.
“Here, you should change,” he hands Namjoon the clothes, and the alpha takes his clothes off mechanically before slipping into Jungkook’s. It’s a tight fit, but it’ll do. Then he sits back down.
Namjoon takes a shaky breath, and Jungkook can only see the top of his head, but he smells sad. Jungkook is sure his scent matches.
Jungkook positions himself between Namjoon and the wall, standing between the alpha’s parted legs.
“Baby…” Namjoon whispers, twisting Jungkook’s insides with a single word. Relief and love and anger and fear all tangled up in one painful knot.
“Later,” Jungkook says, “Look up, please.” Jungkook whispers, brushing the hair off his face with delicate fingers.
“It doesn’t look too bad, but head wounds are loud,” he comments. Namjoon shrugs. “Let's get you cleaned up, ok?”
Namjoon nods, and Jungkook can feel the alpha’s intense gaze burning his face, but he can’t quite look at him, not yet. So he focuses on a small spot, the gash above his eye. He works in silence, drying his skin, cleaning and disinfecting the wound when the bleeding stops. He cuts a small piece of gauze and covers it with soft adhesive. Namjoon doesn’t say anything, doesn’t flinch. If Jungkook wasn’t paying such close attention to his eyelid, he would think he was even blinking. He just looks at Jungkook like he's memorizing him, quietly committing every bit of his face to memory.
“Ready,” Jungkook says, voice barely there. He should step back, but his legs have grown roots and he can’t move, looking somewhere close to Namjoon’s hairline.
“Thanks.” A silence settles between them, filled with expectation.
“I should,” Jungkook makes a jerky movement to back away, but Namjoon circles his wrist with one hand. His skin is cold, yet it burns where he’s touching Jungkook, making his breath stutter.
“Please, just give me 5 minutes,” Namjoon is pleading, body shivering, eyes desperate and wet, and Jungkook has never seen him more vulnerable, “Let me hold you for five minutes, then you can do whatever you want.”
He waits for Jungkook’s nod before pulling him forward, burying his face in Jungkook’s chest, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist so hard it hurts. He takes a deep breath and exhales with a full-body shiver. K doesn’t know what to do; his arms hang limp by his side, and he looks at the top of Namjoon’s head, the little gray hairs scattered there.
Jungkook is suddenly conscious of his thin sleep shirt and how close he is to feeling Namjoon’s skin against his. He wants it; his body is crying with need, but he can’t move. He’s terrified, scared of how much he needs the alpha.
“Just five,” he pleads again.
“Okay,” Jungkook finally feels able to move, one hand on Namjoon’s back, the other on his head, running his fingers through his hair.
When Namjoon touches him, his body seems to melt. He relaxes, his scent settling, and he eventually stops shivering. Jungkook, on the other hand, feels like his skin is on fire. He doesn’t know if it’s some very late remnants of his heat or if his instincts are reacting to having Namjoon close again, but he can feel himself hardening in his underwear, belly warming with slow arousal. He pulls Namjoon away from him by the shoulders, keeping his hands there, and finally meets the alpha’s eye. He lets himself /look/. Same beautiful eyes, full lips, and slightly tanned skin. He’s still the man Jungkook loves, under the distressed scent and pained expression.
“Mine?” he asks, and Namjoon’s answer is instant, desperate, and feels true. Jungkook needs it to be true.
“I’m yours,” he turns to kiss Jungkook’s left wrist, “whatever you want,” he turns and kisses Jungkook’s right wrist, “whenever you need it.”
“You can’t ever do this to me again,” Jungkook's voice wavers.
“Never,” Namjoon assures him, “I promise.”
“I can’t do this again,” Jungkook sniffs.
“You won’t.”
Namjoon pulls him forward, and Jungkook lets him until he’s sitting on the alpha’s lap.
“I’ll break if you’re lying,” he warns, cupping Namjoon’s face, running his thumbs through the wet paths of his tears, his own vision getting blurrier by the second.
Before Namjoon can say anything more, he leans forward, sealing their mouths in a kiss.
He’s desperate, painfully so, and he wants it to hurt. He bites Namjoon’s lip, and the alpha complains. Jungkook takes advantage of his open mouth and slips his tongue inside. He’s reeling at the taste, their combined scents, the feeling of Namjoon’s warm body enveloping him again. He grinds on Namjoon’s cock, a frantic rhythm that Namjoon matches willingly, his hands moving under Jungkook’s shirt to directly touch his skin.
Jungkook moans, it's like he’s already overstimulated. Skin rising in goosebumps and shivering with every graze of the alpha’s hands. His mouth finds Jungkook's nipple, and the omega whines, finger digging in Namjoon’s shoulders. His hips are still rolling, dragging his wet cunt and hard cock against Namjoon. He can feel the alpha’s excitement, hot between his legs. He’s nowhere near wet enough, but he can’t wait; he needs him now.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” Jungkook pants, pulling Namjoon back by the hair and forcing him to look up, “Now,” he growls.
The alpha grunts, releasing Jungkook, who hastily takes his pants off before climbing back into his lap. Namjoon reaches a hand down, sighing shakily when he feels Jungkook’s wet folds.
“I missed you.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook says, “If you’re not going to dirty talk shut the fuck up.”
Namjoon nods, and Jungkook feels annoyed by his docility. Jungkook takes Namjoon and off his cunt.
“Jerk me off,” the alpha complies easily, his free hand finding Jungkook’s ass while he pulls his cock out of his pants. Jungkook stands up as much as he can, lining Namjoon’s tip with his hole.
“Baby…” Namjoon warns.
“Shut up,” Jungkook says again. His hand goes to cover Namjoon’s mouth, the other still holding the alpha’s cock. He teases his entrance, eyes fluttering shut just by the feel of it. Then he sinks.
“Nngh!” Namjoon moans behind Jungkook’s hand, and he closes his eyes, head falling back. Jungkook pants, brow furrowing with the burn of it. It hurts more than it feels good. Just how Jungkook needs it. The claim, the knowledge that he will feel it for days after.
Jungkook forces himself down and Namjoon’s hand spasms around his cock, making him chuckle.
“Jerk me off,” he reminds the alpha, and when he starts moving his hand, he begins rocking. Jungkook undulates his hips, enjoying the feeling of Namjoon deep inside him once again.
He can feel the alpha’s breathing on his hand, his rough grip on Jungkook’s ass, helping him grind. When his movements start to make wet noises, he lifts himself a little, and Namjoon opens his eyes, two half-open dragon eyes staring at him when he starts to move his hips. It is a workout for his legs, keeping himself halfway off Namjoon’s cock, just his ass bouncing on the alpha’s cock.
“Fuck, fuck,” he moans, digging his fingers in Namjoon’s shoulder for support when his orgasm starts to rise. “Faster, make me come."
Namjoon does just as he asks, jerking him in tight little movements until Jungkook loses himself to pleasure, cock squirting on the alpha’s fist, cunt pulsating with his orgasms, “A-aah!” he moans brokenly, Namjoon’s cock twitching inside him.
“don’t come yet,” he warns, pulling Namjoon’s hand away from his oversensitive dick and placing it on his waist. “I’m not done.”
Namjoon nods, licking Jungkook’s palm, going crossed eyed with a groan when Namjoon starts to bounce his entire weight on the alpha’s dick. Like this, he feels bigger, thicker, dragging delicious and painful against Jungkook’s walls. His orgasms make him more sensitive, and in no time, she’s coming again, impaling himself as deep as it’ll go, the alpha’s balls against his perineum.
“One more,” he warns Namjoon when he starts moving again, “I want one more and then you can knot me.”
Namjoon shudders under Jungkook at the idea.
“Look at me,” Jungkook says, and Namjoon’s eyes snap to him, wild with want. “I want two fingers in my ass.”
Namjoon moans, saying something that Jungkook doesn’t understand, “Shut up,” he says, pressing his hand firmer against Namjoon’s mouth, knowing that if the alpha really wanted to say something, he could fight Jungkook off easily.
He feels a single digit against his rim, and Jungkook nods, humming when Namjoon starts to circle it. “So good.”
He lets the alpha play around with it, and he doesn’t stop riding, grateful for the long hours spent at the gym in the past months. When Namjoon’s finger finally enters Jungkook, he whines.
“So good, alpha fucks me so good,” he starts grinding frantically, fucking himself in N’s finger and his cock, all feeling full. “More, I need more,” Namjoon presses a second finger inside, and Jungkook keens. Namjoon searches around, and when Jungkook shouts, he stays put, pressing against his prostate. He digs his nails into Namjoon’s shoulder, his other hand a steady pressure against Namjoon’s mouth. Namjoon aids his frenzied rhythm with a hand in his ass and Jungkook feels tears gathering in his eyes when the knots start to catch against his entrance.
“Knot me, feel me up, put a fucking litter in me,” he groans, lost in it, knocking his head forward, until they are forehead to forehad and finally uncovers Namjoon’s mouth.
My dirty slut,” are the first words out of Namjoon’s mouth and they make both Jungkook’s holes to spam, “my cumhole, daddy’s favorite breeding bitch.”
His knot keeps growing until Jungkook feels like he’s going to tear himself open. The tears fall. Tears of frustration, of worry, of relief. Namjoon grabs him by the throat, squeezing until he can barely breathe, and Jungkook comes again, shaking uncontrollably.
“Like that, baby,” Namjoon groans, and Jungkook feels it, warmth filling him up, “milk my knot, fuck. I want you to smell like cum for days, let everyone know you’re my whore.”
Namjoon releases Jungkook’s throat and slaps him across the face. It’s too many sensations at once, and Jungkook comes again with a shout. He blacks out, lost in an explosion of pain-pleasure that pushes him out of his own body.
He’s swaying on Namjoon’s lap, dizzy and satisfied. The alpha pulls him forward, pressing Jungkook’s face against his neck and making him rest all his weight in him, yelping when Jungkook nibbles a little too hard at the skin of his shoulder.
They have to talk, and Namjoon has a lot of explaining to do, but right now this is enough. Through hazy eyes, Jungkook sees the red marks on Namjoon’s upper back and shoulder and smiles, content.
His alpha.
❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
“Baby?”
The voice comes from far away. Jungkook hums, squeezing the warmth between his arms tightly.
“Jungkook?” A big hand smooths down his sweaty sides before tickling him. Jungkook squirms, and under him, Namjoon hisses.
“Sweets, I need to get up, my ass is numb.”
Jungkook giggles, sleepily opening his eyes and pulling back. Namjoon looks pained.
“Carry me to bed,” he tightens his hold around Namjoon’s neck and squeezes his waist with his thighs.
“My left leg fell asleep.”
“You can do it.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
Jungkook sighs at the terrible inconvenience that is getting up from Namjoon’s cock.
“Fine, but then you carry me to bed.”
“Of course.”
Jungkook stands up shakily, his legs burn, and his inner thighs hurt from being spread for so long. Namjoon helps him step into the shower and washes himself while Namjoon uses the wet sweater he discarded to clean his crotch.
“That’s rainwater,” Jungkook says, making a disgusted face.
“Will do,” Namjoon shrugs.
“I have baby wipes in that drawer,” Jungkook points to the sink.
“Do you want me to clean my dick with baby wipes?”
“They are scentless and hypoallergenic!” Jungkook defends himself, and Namjoon chuckles. “Just do it.”
“Ok, ok.”
Jungkook watches him clean his crotch with an attentive eye. Namjoon looks at him funny, turning his back to him to finish wiping himself. Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“Now carry me to bed,” Jungkook says, lifting his arms. Namjoon tucks himself into Jungkook’s sweatpants and lifts Jungkook in his arms, bridal style, making him laugh.
“Let's go, puppy.”
Despiste Namjoon’s complaints about a sore ass and asleep leg he walks confidently, laying Jungkook down on the bed carefully. He stays by the bed, looking Jungkook up and down with undeniable fondness.
“Where are your PJs?” Namjoon asks, voice low, and Jungkook points to the dresser in front of his bed.
“Middle, right.”
Namjoon selects one that matches the gray of the clothes he’s wearing, and Jungkook pretends not to notice. He lifts a hand, but Namjoon shakes his head no, laying the clothes on the bed by Jungkook’s feet.
“Let me do it. Do you have lotion or something?”
Jungkook snorts. “Not really, but Hobi-hyung gifted me one. Should be here,” Jungkook rummages through his nightstand and pulls out the tube and hands it over. “What do you need it for?”
“For you, if you want.”
“Oh!”
Jungkook blushes, and it makes Namjoon smile.
“I promise I won’t try anything.”
“I wasn’t thinking about that,” he says. Namjoon only chuckles. Jungkook lies on his back, looking at Namjoon through hooded eyes.
He’s a little skeptical, the Namjoon he knows can really keep it in his pants. But there’s something, maybe it’s the sad undertone of their scents, maybe it’s Jungkook’s clear refusal to talk just yet, or the way he looks at Jungkook with a hint of desperation. Maybe it’s everything. It feels like Jungkook’s heart is being squeezed in a cold fist.
Namjoon opens the bottle and pours lotion into his palms, rubbing them together for warmth before he reaches for Jungkook’s foot. The omega stays put, can barely do more than watch. It is not sexual at all. Namjoon handles him like something already broken that he’s trying to put back together, and Jungkook is scared. The moment feels surreal, infinitely more intimate than almost everything they’ve done before. Jungkook is vulnerable and naked beyond his skin. He takes deep, steadying breaths, but feels the tears welling up in his eyes nonetheless.
“You can cry if you want,” Namjoon speaks incredibly softly. He’s moved up Jungkook’s body and is now working on his forearm. Jungkook shakes his head.
“I don't want to cry anymore.”
Namjoon nods, but doesn’t say anything, except when he asks Jungkook to turn on his front and starts on his back. Jungkook closes his eyes and wills himself to sleep, just to postpone things a little more, but his mind is running too fast for him to relax.
He has so many questions, and he’s afraid Namjoon’s answers won’t be enough. What happens then? Is he willing to overlook being left in the dark once again just because everything feels right when Namjoon is there? He knows he shouldn’t. This can’t be a recurring issue between them; Jungkook is not willing to stay, just waiting for the next time he’ll be pushed aside without an explanation. But is he ready to let go if push comes to shove? He has seen it before, has read about it, it’s so hard to give up something that otherwise seems good, it’s so easy to fall into what’s comfortable, even if it’s painful. He wants them to work, he wants them to be fine, but not at the expense of himself, not if it means compromising and giving only on his side. So he stalls.
He lets Namjoon massage his entire body head to toe, lets him comb his hair, and do his skin care. Relishing in the intimacy and at the same time being scared of his careful, measured touches. When Namjoon goes to return Jungkook’s skin care products to the bathroom, he sighs, scooting to one side of the bed and curling up on his side. He picks a pillow and hugs it against his chest. A shield. Namjoon returns, looking just as quiet and conflicted as he feels, and stands by the bed.
“Come here,” Jungkook taps the empty space beside him, and Namjoon climbs into his bed. He’s still careful, skittish, like he’s waiting for Jungkook to kick him out. “I texted Sejin, he said he’d handle your car.”
“Thank you,” he said at a respectable distance from Jungkook, not touching him.
“Well?”
Namjoon nods. Takes a deep breath.
“Do you remember the case I was working on? The one that made me… uncomfortable.”
Jungkook nods. “The alpha I met at your office.”
“Exactly, she… She was on trial for murder.” Jungkook stays quiet, feels dread dripping, ice cold, down his spine. “At first, I didn’t think she did it. I thought she was just a subgenderist idiot, but the day you met her, I found out that while she didn’t physically hurt the victim, she paid for it to be done.”
Jungkook sucks in a breath. “And you kept working with her?” he doesn’t mean to sound accusatory, but there doesn’t seem to be a nicer way to ask. For the first time, Jungkook feels uneasy next to Namjoon.
“I couldn’t quit.”
“Why?”
“Her family is friends with very powerful people, including my boss. Even before I knew what she did, I didn’t want to be on the case, and when I tried to leave, my boss threatened to take my career away if I didn’t do it.”
Jungkook hesitates, unsure of what to say. He doesn’t think a career could ever be that important to him.
“Why you?” is what he settles for. “Why did it have to be you?”
“I think they needed a scapegoat,” Namjoon explains, “he wanted someone that could make it work and that was not involved with their businesses.”
“Businesses?”
“Yes, I… Let me tell you everything in order so it’s easier to understand. After the day you met her, she started to make comments about you. Trying to rile me up, I guess.” Namjoon shakes his head. “She knew I didn’t want to be there and that I couldn’t leave, and she enjoyed making me miserable because of it. At that point, I just wanted to get it over with. But then I found out what she did and why she was so adamant about keeping things quiet. Her family has threatened to cut her off because this was not the first time.”
“Christ.”
Namjoon sighs. He is not looking at Jungkook, instead, he plays with his fingers, focused on the movement of his hands. At first I wasn’t… I just wanted to be over, I was ready to overlook her past just so I could be done with her and come back to you.”
“Namjoon,” Jungkook breathes, disappointed.
“I know. I hate that I thought that too,” Namjoon glances at Jungkook before he keeps talking. “But at that time, I didn't care. I wanted to keep my career, my lifestyle, and you. And I was willing to stay quiet for it. I didn’t want to tell you everything because I was embarrassed. I knew I was being cowardly and selfish, but I didn’t care. Then she threatened you.”
“What? Why?”
“It was veiled, maybe more a dig to me than actual intent to hurt you, but I couldn’t risk it.” Namjoon looks up at Jungkook pleading with him to understand, “I couldn’t do anything for her past crimes, but I could if it were something she planned to do. It wasn’t easy. Even after the case was over, she wanted to keep me around.”
Jungkook's scent was wild, sour, and pungent, evidence of his distress.
“I started working with the police. I told them everything I knew and waited for something to happen, but they were so slow,” Namjoon shakes his head in frustration. “Waiting was painful, so I started to push back and helped as much as I could. The police took her in this afternoon.”
“But if her family is so powerful, she’ll be out in no time.”
Namjoon shakes his head no, “The detective told me they have evidence of her being involved in prostitution and even human trafficking. I believe there are several counts of drug usage and sexual assault.” Could people actually be this evil? “Tomorrow, several news outlets will publish exposés on her with evidence enough to, hopefully, make her family rescind their support, then she’ll spend a lot of time in jail.”
Hearing Namjoon talk, his obvious distress and inner struggle, the fact that he was committed to being honest and answering Jungkook’s question made his heart flutter, even in the middle of this terrible conversation.
“And you went through all of this alone?” Jungkook asks, distraught, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t,” Namjoon says vehemently, “At first because I was embarrassed, but then the police said I couldn’t tell anyone. So I kept quiet and pushed you away."He looks at Jungkook, "I only wanted to protect you, I didn't want to lie to you.” This time, Jungkook believes him.
They stay there for a long time, Jungkook processing everything Namjoon told him. It feels unreal, and he kind of waits for Namjoon to tell him it’s all a lie, but he doesn’t. He just looks at Jungkook earnestly while the omega processes the information, watching things fall into place in his mind. There was only one thing that bothered him.
“Can I hold you?” Jungkook asks, and before the words are completely out of his mouth, Namjoon is plastered to him. Face in his chest, hugging him, and legs tangled together. For the first time all night, Jungkook allows himself to relax, to hug Namjoon back, and fully enjoy his presence. “This is awful.”
“Which part?”
“I’m a shit boyfriend,” Jungkook declares.
”What?” Namjoon pulls back, looking at him. “No! How did you even get to that conclusion?”
“How didn’t I notice? Why didn’t I ask more questions?”
“I’m just good at keeping you distracted, I didn’t want you to worry.”
“That means that you’re a good liar,” Jungkook whines, a little panicked, “I think that’s even worse.” Jungkook looks at Namjoon up and down, frowning when the alpha snorts.
“Even if I was, I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Jungkook narrows his eyes. “Let’s say I believe you.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Well, I wouldn't know, apparently.”
Namjoon chuckles, and that makes Jk feel a little lighter. Another long silence falls between, broken every once in a while by Jungkook asking more questions.
The rising Sun finds Namjoon on his back while Jungkook is by his side, propped up on an elbow, the fingers of his free hand ghosting over the alpha’s features.
“We should sleep,” Jungkook suggests.
Namjoon sighs, “I know. I didn’t want to leave yet.”
“Then stay,” Jungkook says before he cowers.
“Really?”
Jungkook nods, and Namjoon gives the first bright, happy, dimpled smile in months. “Whatever you want.”
They eat a light dinner and brush their teeth, side by side, before crawling into Jungkook’s bed. Namjoon waits for the omega's permission to hold him. Jungkook feels… He doesn’t know what he feels. There’s a lot to think about, to process, and talk and agree. But for now, he thinks they’ll be okay.
“Can I ask you something?” Namjoon asks, with a whisper of a voice, when Jungkook is almost completely asleep.
“Of course,”
“Who is Mingyu?”
Jungkook blinks his eyes open, pulling back a little to look at Namjoon with a frown.
“Who told you about him?”
“Taehyung might have mentioned him when he and Hoseok came to my place to yell at me?”
“They came…? We’ll unpack that later. What did he say about Mingyu?”
Jungkook knows how Hoseok feels about the younger alpha, so it can be literally anything.
“Nothing, nothing,” Namjoon backtracks but winces when Jungkook pinches him on the side. “Well, Taehyung mentioned that he helps you with your heats? Sometimes?”
“He does,” Jungkook nods. “What about it?”
Namjoon opens and closes his mouth a few times before speaking. “I was wondering how he helps you?”
Jungkook is getting angry, and Namjoon can smell it by the way he shrinks into himself.
“Are you serious, right now?”
“I-I’m just curious,” Namjoon tries to smile, but Jungkook is not having it.
“He’s an alpha, and he helped me through my heat. How do you think that works? We had sex, and he knotted me. He scented stuff for me, too.”
“Oh,” Namjoon says, fiddling with Jungkook’s hair. “That’s nice of him,” he speaks through gritted teeth, and Jungkook gets an idea.
“Does it bother you?”
There’s only one right answer.
“Pff, of course not. Ha, ha, ha.” That has to be the fakest laugh Jungkook has ever heard. “He’s your friend, and I’m assuming it happened before we met.” Jungkook nods. “Why would I be upset by the thought of a little alpha taking care of you before I was there to do it?”
Jungkook can see a vein throbbing in Namjoon’s temple.
“He texted me, you know.”
“Did he now?” Namjoon’s eye starts twitching. It’s hilarious.
“Yeah, he asked if I needed help with this heat.”
“Did you tell him you were in heat?” Namjoon's face starts to pink up, and Jungkook feels so many emotions mixed in his scent. He feels a little bad.
“No, he has this calendar app on his phone. He’s been helping me for like 4 years. Not every heat, of course, but he always checks on me.”
“That’s… oh, so very kind of him.” Namjoon’s face keeps getting better, and Jungkook decides to put him out of his misery.
“He’s very sweet, but I told him I was fine, you know why?”
“Why, love?”
“Because I only wanted to spend my heat with you.”
“Oh…” and Jungkook feels Namjoon’s body relax. It’s like he melts into the bed, his scent mellows, and his eye stops twitching. He’s looking at Jungkook with a sweet, dumb smile and suddenly pulls him forward, squeezing him against his chest.
“My nose,” Jungkook complains, and Namjoon releases him. Jungkook rubs his nose with one hand, blinking away the sudden tears.
“Sorry, I got excited.”
“I can see that,” Jungkook sighs, “can we sleep now? I’m exhausted.”
“One more thing. Can I meet him?”
“Who? Mingyu?” Namjoon nods. “Why?”
“I just want to have a little chat.”
Jungkook snorts. “That’s not happening.”
Jungkook turns his back to Namjoon, then scoots back until he is pressed against the alpha. Namjoon hums, hugging Jungkook and pressing him harder against his front. His hips press against Jungkook’s ass and he can feel the outline of his member.
“No,” Jungkook scolds, eyes already closed.
“Just a little?” Namjoon asks, his hand slipping under Jungkook’s shirt, tracing over the waistband of his pajama bottoms.
“I’m tired,” Jungkook yawns. “I was all hoo hoo, hoo, hoo, ridah earlier.”
Namjoon bursts out laughing.
“What?” He asks, and Jungkook turns to look at the alpha.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo,” Jungkook sings, “You know? Like the song?”
“What song?”
Jungkook gasps. “You don’t know RM?”
“Who’s that?”
Jungkook gasps again. He decides not to do that again, he’ll probably get a little light-headed.
“Only the coolest rapper ever!”
“Someone has a crush.”
Jungkook scrunches his nose up. “I do not. I just admire his work.”
“Sure you do,” Namjoon laughs, and Jungkook sticks his tongue out before turning around and making himself comfortable on the bed.
He’s sleepy, but the feeling of Namjoon’s against his back, his scent, and the warmth hand low on his stomach is stirring heat inside.
“Baby?” Namjoon asks, the tips of his finger slipping inside Jungkook’s pants, toying with short hairs there, and Jungkook lets him.
“Mmhh?” he asks, contemplating whether he should lift his leg to give him more access, but that seems like so much work.
“I love you,” he whispers against Jungkook’s ear, making him shiver.
“I love you too.”
Namjoon teases, drawing lines on Jungkook’s pelvis, kissing his neck, licking over his scent gland. Jungkook is getting wetter by the second, his cock twitching as it hardness. When Namjoon grinds against his ass Jungkook whines.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Slow,” he whispers, and it turns into a moan when Namjoon massages the base of his cock with two fingers. He feels the alpha shifting behind him, and then he kisses his jawline, licks his cheek, and makes him giggle.
“Can I kiss?”
Instead of answering, Jungkook turns his head to one side, eyes still closed, and lets Namjoon find his lips. Nj kisses him delicately, mouth closed, every so often sucking or nibbling Jungkook’s lips. It’s soft, slow, and incredibly arousing. Namjoon moves with intent. He gets Jungkook on his back and helps him out of his clothes and just sits on his heels, looking at him with such intensity that it makes Jungkook squirm and blush. Namjoon covers them with Jungkook’s comforter when he complains about the cold. Then he starts a path, like he’s reclaiming Jungkook’s body. He starts kissing his face, covering in fluttering little pecks that have Jungkook giggling and so in love.
“I missed this nose,” Namjoon says, leaning down to nibble at the tip of Jungkook’s nose, making him shirk and pull away. “The cutest nose I've ever seen.”
He smacks two loud kisses on Jungkook’s cheeks, “I missed how these bread cheeks puff out when you sleep.”
“They do not,” Jungkook whines, covering his face with his hands.
“I have photo evidence if you like,” Namjoon smiles. He leans down again to kiss right between Jungkook’s eyebrows. “I missed how this right here scrunches up when you eat something tasty. Makes you look like an angry toddler.”
“Please,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, but lets Namjoon keep talking.
“I missed these eyes,” Namjoon swaps his thumbs, feather soft, on Jungkook’s lids, ruffling his eyelashes. “I missed the way you look at me, how shiny they are, how you smile with your eyes before the rest of your face catches up, like the joy is just spilling out through them.
Jungkook sniffs. He wants to be strong. Even if Namjoon had a good reason to behave the way he did, it still hurt Jungkook; he’s still upset, and he wants to show it. But Namjoon is just so… he doesn’t even have words. It’s going to be a full-time job to keep a dignified facade if he keeps behaving this way.
“I miss this mouth too,” Namjoon continues.
“I bet you did,” Jungkook jokes, trying to move things to a more manageable Territory, but the alpha doesn’t budge.
“And if I say I was too stressed to think about fucking your pretty mouth you believe me?” he presses a thumb inside and Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed. He sucks on the digit, tongue licking all over the tip. “I missed the feeling of your rings against my mouth when we kissed; I missed how you play with them when you think I missed your smile, I miss your silly laugh when you see something funny online, I missed the cute way you pronounce your /s/. I missed you so much.”
“Do you want to make me cry?” Jungkook asks around Namjoon’s thumb.
“Maybe later,” Namjoon smirks and Jungkook’s cock twitches between them. “I missed this mole right here,” he whispers, pressing over the mark on Jungkook’s neck with a single finger before he drops his head to kiss, then sucks over the tin skin. Jungkook grabs fistfuls of his shirt, already panting under him. “The pretty dip of your clavicles.”
Namjoon’s breath is hot against Jungkook’s skin, but the swipe of his wet tongue makes his skin break into goosebumps.
And he keeps going, talking about every single part of Jungkook’s body. He praises his shoulders, arms, and hands, kisses over the tattoos on his knuckles, and reveals the clock as his favorite tattoo.
“You are ripped now, baby,” Namjoon smiles, playing with Jungkook’s nipples before he bites into his chest. Jungkook cries out, trying to pull away, but Namjoon latches on until he leaves a red and purple mark on the curve of his pec. He traces the lines of his newly developed abs muscles with his tongue, making Jungkook laugh when he licks his belly button. Somewhere on his path, I missed… turns into I love…, but Jungkook is not really paying attention. Namjoon kissed the sleep of his body, and now he just wants the alpha to touch him, fill him up, make him feel good like only he can.
“I love your little waist, how it sinks down and down until…” his thumbs trace the lines of Jungkook’s Apollo's belt until it dips into his groin. Jungkook’s legs are spread wide, cock hard and pussy leaking, creating a wet patch under his ass.
“Please,” Jungkook whines when Namjoon’s thumbs move to slice over his slick lips. “Please, alpha…” he tilts his hips up, tries to push Namjoon closer by his shoulder, but the alpha doesn’t budge.
“I’m not done yet, baby.”
He slides down, past Jungkook’s sex, and sits on his heels, lifting one of Jungkook’s legs towards his face. The movement makes his lips spread wider, and Namjoon's eyes are drawn to it. Jungkook feels a new wave of Namjoon’s turned on pheromones and his body responds in tandem, pussy dripping a a new stream of slick. Namjoon can’t seem to contain himself, one hand reaching down and barely grazing Jungkook’s skin, it still makes the omega whimper whe Namjoon lifts a slick coated finger and sucks it into his mouth.
“We’ll come back here later,” Namjoon says more to himself than to Jungkook, patting his inner thigh. Jungkook chuckles.
“I love these feet too, they are stupidly cute for an adult, honestly,” Namjoon shakes his head before he kisses Jungkook’s ankle. He surprises Jungkook by rubbing his cheek against the inner side of Jungkook’s foot before he licks from heel to toes and sucks the thumb into his mouth. It tickles, but Jungkook stays put, afraid of accidentally kicking Namjoon in the face. “So pretty.”
“I didn’t know you liked feet.”
“Not particularly,” Namjoon shrugs, “I like you, everything about you is the sexiest and most beautiful.”
“Please!” Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes and covering his face with his hands.
“I mean it,” Namjoon chuckles, pulling his hands away from his face, “even your snot, or your drool on the pillow in the morning.”
“Shut up!” Jungkook pulls his leg out of Namjoon’s hand.
“Your farts are the most delicious farts I’ve ev-uff—”
“Stop!” Jungkook laughs, pushing Namjoon on the chest with his recently freed leg. The alpha goes back easily, but Jungkook tries to push him again. he grabs Jungkook’s ankle and pulls, sliding him on the mattress towards him.
“You have very nice, strong legs, I love that,” Namjoon returns to his previous musings, his hands caressing from Jungkook’s ankle to the inside of his knee before he follows the path with his mouth. He spends an ungodly long time in Jungkook’s thighs until the skin is littered with little red marks to match the one on his chest.
“God, baby, you’re so ready for me.”
Jungkook nods his agreement, reaching down to part his lips with a hand while the other slowly strokes his cock. “Do you love me here too? Did you miss my pussy?”
“So much,” Namjoon groans, face inching closer, and Jungkook doesn’t know what question he’s answering, maybe both. He slowly replaces Jungkook’s hands with his own and takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering close. “You always smell delicious. I knew from the moment I met you that you had the sweetest pussy.”
As he has done with the rest of Jungkook’s body Namjoon takes his time, he worships every inch of Jungkook’s skin, showering Jungkook in praises between kisses and licks and sucks. He makes him come the first time just by paying attention to his little cock, and he comes two more times with Namjoon’s mouth in his cunt. By the time he slides two fingers in, Jungkook is oversensitive, panting and shaking.
“You feel so good inside, baby, so warm,” Namjoon sighs. His fingers move slowly, angled towards Jungkook’s front. He massages his walls slowly, making him whimper every time he passes over his spot. “Do you think you can squirt for me?”
Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, taking a deep breath before nodding. Namjoon kisses the inside of his leg.
“My good boy, my beautiful baby, so good to me.”
He stops moving around, his fingers right over Jungkook’s spot, and he starts to curve his fingers rhythmically, a pulsing beat that has Jungkook open-mouthed, barely able to breathe. He’s sweaty, hair plastered to his forehead, the pressure inside of him building fast, making him feel full and ready to explode.
“More…” he whispers, rising on his elbows to look at Namjoon. His face is against Jungkook’s leg, attention fully on Jungkook’s dripping cunt, on the movements of his fingers.
“Like this?” he asks, moving harder and faster. Jungkook’s only answer is a loud moan. “Can you put your leg to your chest for me, Love?”
Jungkook balances his weight on an elbow, grabbing his other leg and pulling it towards him. Namjoon groans.
“So good to me.”
He gets on his knees, one hand pressing down on Jungkook’s pelvis while the other keeps making pleasure shoot up his spine. He feels the pressure, like he’s about to pee himself, and his moans are long and drawn out.
“Close, close…”
“I know, love, you’re squeezing me so hard,” Jungkook can feel it too, the way he spasms around Namjoon’s fingers. He tries to contain it, to enjoy the pressure a few more minutes, but Namjoon is relentless, doing all the right things to get him there. “Let go, baby, let me see you.”
And like his body is made to follow Namjoon’s orders, he comes with a shout. He is tense, he can barely breathe, one of his legs is spasming out of his control, and the strength of his orgasms pushes Namjoon’s hand out with a stream of slick. It should be embarrassing, the it shoots out of him, but Namjoon’s deeps satisfied groan, his fingers fucking inside of him again to prolong his euphoria makes him shameless.
When Jungkook starts to come down, legs shaking out of control, Namjoon makes a move to lean down, but Jungkook stops him.
“Inside,” he whimpers, pulling at Namjoon’s shirt, now wet and sticking to his chest. “Want you inside.”
“We went a little rough before,” Namjoon says, already crawling over Jungkook’s body and pushing his pants down.
“Then go slow,” Jungkook bites back.
Namjoon laughs, lining his cock and slides inside.
“Oh Go–od!” Jungkook’s voice breaks, it hurts a little, but he’s too wet, too sloppy, his body too ready to feel something other than pleasure, strong and steady. “So big, alpha, so full.”
Namjoon hisses and squeezes Jungkook’s legs when he wraps them around his waist.
“I’m not going to last long,” Namjoon warns, voice strained.
Jungkook reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of his ass to try and force him to move.
“I don’t care.”
Jungkook bites his shoulder, and with that, the alpha starts moving. He tries to keep his thrusts shallow and soft, but Jungkook is not having it. He keeps begging for more, “harder, faste-er,” he moans, harsh breaths against sweaty skin.
Namjoon smells so good, makes him feel so good. His hands know where to touch, how to squeeze to get Jungkook there. Then the praises come back, this time laced in filth.
“I love you tight pussy baby, love how tight you squeeze me. God, I missed going to sleep with the taste of you slick still in my mouth.”
“I want you in my mouth,” Jungkook moans.
“Yeah?” Namjoon asks, hips snapping against Jungkook. The sound is vulgar and wet, filling every corner of Jungkook’s tiny apartment. “Want me to come in your mouth?”
“Please, please, please!” Jungkook begs, already on the cusp of another orgasm.
“Wanna kiss me with that dirty mouth after? Make me drink my own come?”
Jungkook cries out when two fingers find his cock. Namjoon doesn’t even need to stroke, he just holds the head and Jungkook is coming, another shower of wet, wet, wet, pushing Namjoon’s cock out. He falls back, boneless, and Namjoon is climbing over him.
“Open your mouth,” he grunts, and Jungkook weakly complies. “Stick your tongue out. Fuck, just like that. You look obscene.”
Jungkook can’t barely open his eyes but he feels the head of Namjoon’s cock bumping against his tongue as he jerks off, can taste his own heady juices on it and then Namjoon is coming, filling his mouth until it spills down the corners, painting his face in the process.
Jungkook hums, satisfied, swallowing some of it. Namjoon’s body falls heavily beside him.
“Jesus fuck,” he pants, turning Jungkook’s face towards him. “I’m too old for this.” He kisses Jungkook, and the omega laughs in the middle of it, and it’s a disgusting mess of slick and come all around them, on them, but Jungkook hasn’t felt this light in two months.
❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
Jungkook wakes up slowly, stretching his body and enjoying how everything hurts just the right amount. The Sun is warm on the skin of his back. He has to meet the noonas today, but only late in the afternoon. He feels Namjoon’s arms pull him closer, and he sighs, burying his face in the alpha’s chest.
Then he sits up in panic.
“What time is it?!” Jungkook jumps out of bed, tripping on the discarded bedding from the night before, and runs to his phone on the kitchen counter. “Hyung!” he gasps and runs back to bed, shaking Namjoon vigorously. “Fuck, hyung, you’re going to be late!”
Namjoon sits up, startled, eyes barely open.
“ ‘ere ar we ‘oin?”
“What do you mean, where?” Jungkook groans, already picking Namjoon’s clothes from where they hung them to dry and throwing them at him. “It’s Thursday! You have to go to work! Hurry, I’ll call Sejin-ssi”.
Namjoon chuckles. “No, baby, I don’t.”
Jungkook stops in his tracks, heart beating hurriedly in his chest.
“Why not?”
“I don’t work there anymore.”
Jungkook gasps. “They fired you?”
“I quit, baby.”
Namjoon quit? But… what?
“Why?”
“I couldn’t keep working there, sweets, I had to leave.”
Jungkook feels so confused by Namjoon’s calm demeanor. “What are you going to do now?” he asks, eyeing the alpha carefully.
“I’ll start my own firm.”
It’s a simple statement, but “can you do that?”
“I mean, it’s not easy, but I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course,” Namjoon nods.
“Holy shit, you’re jobless.”
Namjoon cackles, loud and happy. “I am. I’ll be your trophy alpha now,” he teases, pulling Jungkook back on the bed.
“We are going to starve,” Jungkook whispers, and that makes Namjoon laugh louder.