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Jeongguk is so desperate for his hyung to breed him that sometimes he slips into his bed at night without him or anyone else knowing. Sometimes, if he’s lucky, his presence, his sweet omega hormones - they do the trick, and Seokjin gets hard enough that Jeongguk can slip it between his legs and pretend.
He’d do anything for that knot.
He couldn’t tell you why exactly. Or, he could try - it has a lot to do with the fact that it’s his Seokjin hyung who has always done everything for him, but also, the size of the knot attached. Jeongguk remembers seeing his first knot in person in the gym locker room at school. He couldn’t look away, fascinated. His brother was omega, like him, so neither of them had experience or knowledge in them.
What he saw then isn’t like what he sees now on his Seokjin hyung.
It’s not like he’s ever seen it big even, full up and expanded. He just sees it in the shower once when they’re both still young and then later again when Jeongguk sneaks into their communal bathroom to conspicuously grab his deodorant right as Seokjin turns off the water.
Even deflated, it’s huge, and Jeongguk’s mouth waters.
Jeongguk can’t help but be hypnotized by hyung’s knot when he’s still young, every fantasy ruined by how nothing ever feels big enough or full enough to sate him. As he grows older, he tries a few different toys, some knotted and some not but just as big, but there’s only one thing that will do. He knows it. His body knows it.
It’s attached to his hyung, and it’s a dangerous place to be. Sure, he and Seokjin are best friends, and in any other universe, that would be enough, but in this one? With multimillion dollar deals riding their back?
Jeongguk doesn’t want to put any of them at risk, not a single hyung.
But he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with his fantasies, or as some might call them, his borderline obsession. Seokjin is so gracious about it too, chuckling any time Jeongguk asks about it. Sometimes, he asks his hyung while sitting in his lap, and Seokjin's eyes might darken, his grip might tighten. He might lean forward so Jeongguk’s bent in half over his lap and whisper in his ear, “Now what’s this? Is my omega dongsaeng thinking of inappropriate things in the workplace?”
It’s a joke, of course, but not to Jeongguk who blushes fiercely and squirms on Seokjin’s lap. If Seokjin is feeling kind, he lets Jeongguk scamper away before he gets wet enough to leave behind evidence. If he’s feeling anything but, Seokjin holds him down in his lap and makes Jeongguk sit there until they can both feel it.
“You see, Jeonggukie, not everyone is made to have a knot, or take one.” His lips curl around the tip of Jeongguk’s ear in a way that has to be intentional. “An omega like you? You’re so small. Tiny. Like a plaything for me. You might think you’re designed for any knot, but.”
Seokjin stands with Jeongguk squeaking in his arms. He’s already wet from nothing, just a little taunting, so he has to keep his legs up folded. “Baby, you’re half my size!” Seokjin teases, one sharp canine pointed at his neck. “My knot would break you.”
Jeongguk hides his face behind his hands.
In bed, he finds his favorite plushie and stuffs it between his legs, hoping it's enough to make the ache go away.
He still dreams of it though - a knot. Not just any knot, but his Seokjin’s knot. He wants one so bad! He throbs thinking about it, and chews at his lip long enough that in the morning Jimin has to apply layer after layer of chapstick all day long. Namjoon frets about it, wondering if Jeongguk’s stressed out enough to force himself into early heat, while Seokjin silently watches him from across the room.
He catches Jeongguk chewing on his lip. “Baby.” He tsks, gently taking Jeongguk’s chin and tilting it up. He still has to crouch to be on his eye level. “Leave these pretty lips alone, okay?”
His big hand smooths down the hair on the back of Jeongguk’s head. His eyes automatically slip shut and he tilts his head in his direction. “Good boy,” Seokjin whispers, fingers dinging in to massage a little more.
“Is Jeonggukie okay?” he hears Taehyung whisper nearby, but he can’t open his eyes to even look, so happy to be in hyung’s hands.
“Seokjin’s got him in his sights again,” someone replies. Maybe Yoongi.
He can’t fight the way he grows tired, naturally curling up into a ball as he falls asleep, tipping over into Seokjin’s lap. He just makes him feel so nice! He always makes him feel nice. That’s why he wants it to be his knot that Jeongguk takes. It’s the only one for him. He can do it. He can take his knot, show his hyung that he isn’t too small, not too small to be his, to mate. He could do it. He could carry all of hyung’s babies. His pups!
He wakes up in Seokjin’s bed. He can tell before he even opens his eyes, it smells overwhelmingly of him everywhere, and it’s so warm and cozy. Hyung brought in one of Jeongguk’s special fleece blankets to wrap him in from Jeongguk’s own nest, a thought that makes him warmer and warmer.
When he cracks open his eyes, it’s dark in the room but Seokjin left on one of his little pink mood lights. He looks over at his hyung, asleep on his side curled in his direction. He’s so big, so broad, that Jeongguk can’t see anything over his body. He’s pushed into the corner of the bed, Seokjin lying in between him and the door. Hyung is all he sees.
Jeongguk snuggles closer, nosing his way under Seokjin’s chin and curling into his chest. He’s only just comfortable when he feels it, feels it like a scorching touch. Hyung is hard, pressing against Jeongguk’s little tummy. Squeaking, he scurries away, worried hyung will wake up and chide him for his lingering glances like he has in the past. Tonight, Seokjin sleeps on, breathing deep and heavy.
Heart racing, Jeongguk looks between Seokjin’s face and tented pants. His sweatpants are loose generic grey ones, but they’re also the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. With a slow hand, Jeongguk reaches out to barely skim the outline of it in his pants.
Seokjin doesn’t react.
Jeongguk has to muffle his gasp, body trembling in excitement and fear. He keeps distance between their bodies, but pets hyung through his pants. He’s never wanted anything more than he wants to pull down the front of those sweatpants and run his nose up and down hyung’s cock, look up close at his knot, but he doesn’t do any of those things. He’s a good boy, and he will make himself be good.
…But if he just turns around so that he lets Seokjin spoon around him, then he can feel hyung in his favorite way. It’s better for him like this too, right? Hyung has a nice warm place to sleep, to rest his need, nuzzled in between Jeongguk’s legs. It’s perfect. Jeongguk is the perfect size for this evident in the way that hyung wraps up closer behind him.
Jeongguk all but purrs. That’s really more Min Yoongi business than his, but he’s never felt so good. He shifts a little, moves this way and that. It’s difficult to rub up and down the hard length, but he can make little circles with his hips, maneuvers hyung like this in any way he wants. He’s getting harder, thicker, hotter. Jeongguk feels it happen in minute detail. He gasps when he feels it twitch for the first time, nestled up so close to his folds, only growing closer. Jeongguk spreads his legs, head thrown back and biting his lip to keep quiet as he rocks down against the well defined cockhead he can feel even through fabric.
“Ah!” he gasps quietly as he grinds down gently, hyung slipping against his thin underwear. There’s two layers between them, but maybe -
Jeongguk removes his underwear, but not without inspection. On the crouch, he sees it - pearls of moisture fading into the fabric. Maybe if it was lighter, if it wasn’t a black pair, he’d be able to see it better. It’s not just damp from his slick, but something thicker too. Hyung’s cum, bled between their clothing.
He wishes he could see it better. He sniffs at it, licks it. Hmmm. Doesn’t really taste like anything, not like this. Maybe if there was more.
Jeongguk’s wet enough between his legs that’s it more of a risk to resume his previous position, but he can’t help it. He shifts and hikes his back and hips up to Seokjin’s front then spreads his legs for him. He swears hyung’s cock just finds its way there - he doesn't have to move it at all! It must sense Jeongguk’s heat, a natural resting place for it, or it just just gets sucked up there.
Jeongguk’s whole body trembles. Is it hyung’s cock that throbs, or is it his pussy? His cock is so long that Jeongguk has to shift forward and back enough to dislodge his body from Seokjin’s. He’s moving around too much he knows - he’s going to wake hyung up and then how will he explain this? Jeongguk is so wet, rubbing himself off on Seokjin’s clothed cock, but everything is damp enough that his sweatpants cling to it. It must be uncomfortable for him, and oh god - Jeongguk can’t get rid of the evidence. Even if he leaves now, Seokjin will wake up and feel something on his pants.
His trembling intensifies enough that he has to stop. He rests there, panting, throbbing. If Seokjin’s cock twitches just one more time, if he weren’t wearing the pants - he might twitch his way right into Jeongguk.
There’s nowhere to go. All he can think about is hyung’s knot, how much cum there might be. It’s there to keep it in him, so there has to be more than the normal amount, right? Enough to ensure he’d get knocked up. That’s the point. Hyung would breed him.
He wouldn’t want it like this, if he had the chance to be bred. He’d want to be face-to-face. Jeongguk shuffles and slides out and over. He peers up at Seokjin’s face, still smooth although more serious in his sleep than his quick smiles during consciousness. His heavier sleep breathing sometimes sounds like a low growl.
Jeongguk presses himself forward so they’re chest to chest, but really, he presses the tip of hyung’s cock to his hole and shivers. There’s still a barrier between them, but it’s not a condom. It’s nothing really, and hyung must be leaking. Jeongguk thinks he smells it, the salty, almost earthy scent of cum. If he rubs himself on him just enough, if it rubs into him - don’t people sometimes get pregnant just from that? Jeongguk wants it. He wants it.
A low growl (real) makes Jeongguk squeak then freeze. “What’s this?” Seokjin asks, deep with sleep. “Did the omega I so generously brought into my bed take advantage of a situation?”
Hyung reaches down and takes Jeongguk’s one hand, then the other, raises them both above his head. “Ah, hyung, don’t!”
“Don’t what? Don’t look? Don’t look at what you were doing?” Seokjin pulls him tight so Jeongguk goes flat on his back. He throbs in need and his hyung is still there, hard against his hip at the same time. He whines. “Even now, when you’re actively squirming to get to hyung, hm?”
“I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean-”
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. I know what you need.”
“Hyung.” Jeongguk pants, pulling against Seokjin’s hold on him, but he doesn’t budge. It’s almost fun, feels nice to be held down like this. Hyung looks even bigger like this, his entire top half crowding over him in every possible way where it counts. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I want it!” he gasps out, half afraid, half exhilarated, giggly even.
“Want what, baby? What were you so focused on? Because, I don’t think it was just this.” Seokjin pulls down the front of his sweats; his cock springs free. He lets it rest heavy across the top of Jeongguk and weeps onto his tummy. “You basically had this, didn’t you? Even while I laid there asleep?”
“Ah!” Jeongguk wiggles, kicking up his feet and wrapping his legs around air as first, then catching Seokjin’s sides, wider than him. He has to spread his legs so wide. “Knot! I want your knot! Hyung! Please - breed me!”
“Baby, we’ve talked about this.” Seokjin says this even as he lets go of Jeongguk’s hands to remove his top and pull off his pants completely. “Taking hyung’s knot is different from taking my cock. It will hurt, and the risk of pregnancy is higher-”
“But I researched, and ah!” Jeongguk jerks against him as Seokjin thumbs at a nipple. “And I’ve been practicing.”
Seokjin pauses. “Practicing?”
“Y-yes. Hmmm.” Jeongguk shudders under his hands.
Seokjin flips him over so Jeongguk lies on his front. Squealing, he quickly lifts his hips up and back, presenting for his alpha. Maybe he’ll check and see that he’s ready! “For how long?”
“Years. Since I saw my first knot.”
Seokjin curses.
“I’m ready! I can take it!” Jeongguk thrusts backwards into hyung’s lap perched behind his hips. “Please, hyung? It’ll be good. I’ll be tight for you, right? That’s what you want?”
Seokjin growls while running one hand from the top of his head down his neck and back. He stops at his ass and swats it. “Dunno, Ggukie. Guess it depends on just how much practice you’ve had, hm? Who’ve you let in here, hm?”
“N-no one. Toys. Ah.” He shudders when he feels the tip of one finger tracing. The finger stops.
“No one?”
Jeongguk doesn’t reply, pushing backwards. He gets another smack for it. It’s loud in the room. “You haven’t had anything but a toy and you think you can take a knot?”
“Big toys. They were big!” Jeongguk assures him. Really, they were! When Taehyung saw them he went a little pale. “Please! Hyung!”
Seokjin hushes him. “Don’t want to wake anyone else up, do you?” Both of his hands wrap around Jeongguk’s hips and squeeze. He quivers; just his hands are huge. He wonders what it would be like to have all of those fingers in him? Bigger than his knot? Smaller?
“Hyung!”
“Sh, baby.” He pats him, a little condescending. Jeongguk collapses on the bed with a pout. He’s making a mess on Seokjin’s sheets.
“Hyung can breed me any time. I’m ready. I’ll be so good for you. Please hyung! Wouldn’t you like to see me like that and know you did it? Other people want to do it, but you’re the only one who can. You’re the only one I want-”
It’s all Jeongguk hears in the room, louder than his breathing or Seokjin’s growls. He’s wet, the kind of uncomfortably wet. He takes one of Seokjin’s hands and leads it to where he’s warmest. The tips of Seokjin’s longest fingers almost pierce him right away.
“Jeongguk,” hyung growls in his ear, heavier than ever. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Jeongguk squirms under him, spreading his legs.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” Seokjin leans back enough to settle his hot cock between Jeongguk’s cheeks and thrust back and forth subtly. Now his back is wet too where hyung slides his cock. Jeongguk tries to wiggle around so he can get it where he wants it, the head pressed up against him from behind-
“Baby!” Seokjin scoops his hands under him and pries him up. “Are you listening to me? Will you be a good boy for hyung?”
Jeongguk quickly nods his head. “So good. I’ll be so good for hyung. Knot me as much as you like.”
Seokjin chuckles. “You have yet to take a knot. Don’t go promising something you might not keep.”
“I promise! Give hyung all the puppies he wants.”
Seokjin’s scent darkens; it’s always been thicker and heavier than Jeongguk’s scent, but anyone smells like more when they’re aroused. And Seokjin? Oh, Jeongguk would love to have a nest full of this scent all the time. Jeongguk would never leave. He’d stay, and have all the puppies, and hyung and only hyung could come in.
“You want hyung’s pups?” The fingers on his cunt shift upwards, just slightly, to cup Jeongguk’s tummy. His womb.
“Yes! Yes, hyung! Why do you,” Jeongguk pants as Seokjin’s fingers slip back down in all of his slick to gently spin circles there. “Why do you think I want your knot so much?”
“I thought you just wanted a knot.” Seokjin kisses his neck, fingers making such wet little melodies in the room.
“No. No, I want your knot, so it comes with your pups.”
Seokjin snarls, biting into his neck harder than he must mean; it hurts, but Jeongguk doesn’t mind. It isn’t a real mark yet, but it could be. If hyung wanted. He could do it right then. Seokjin quickly backs off to lick at the bruise he’s surely made. “Can you imagine? If I pupped you, and the world saw?” His fingers dip inside finally, his other hand coming up to rest on Jeongguk’s craning neck.
“It would drive everyone wild. Everyone would envy me, or hate me, but they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. I’d keep you close, keep you too close so no one would be able to even look at you if I didn’t know about it first.”
“Ah, ah!” Jeongguk tries to spread his legs and take hyung’s two fingers deeper. He looks down to see how damp Seokjin’s hand looks, moving in and out of sight, wet down to his wrist.
He won’t ever be able to look at Seokjin’s hands again without getting wet.
Seokjin knows it too. “Poor baby. What will you do now? Will you be able to stand in the same room as me and not give it away?”
Three fingers in burns, but not so bad. Jeongguk’s had bigger. He’s definitely had bigger. “H-how many now?” he asks after Seokjin lets him go so he can hang his head in between his arms. “Fingers? How many?”
“Four. But Gguk - it’ll be bigger than this.”
Jeongguk’s toes wiggle manically on the sheets. “I’m ready.”
Seokjin hums. Jeongguk thought he must agree, because he gently takes out his fingers, but then he sits back and looks down at him. Whining, Jeongguk turns over to ask what he’s doing, but then he gets distracted.
He’s seen Seokjin hard before.
He saw him take off his pants just a few minutes ago.
But he’s even bigger now. His knot, half inflated, rests at the base of his dick and Jeongguk drools. Seokjin thumbs at the corner of his lips, collecting some of the moisture as if they need any more. “Baby. Come here.”
They’re already here. Jeongguk looks up with a question on his face, but Seokjin doesn’t need him to do anything. He can easily lift him up and maneuver Jeongguk so they’re sitting face-to-face in each other’s laps. It’s both wonderful and uncomfortable because Seokjin is so hard and hot and it’s so close to Jeongguk’s face now.
“You’ve never been with anyone before?” Seokjin looks pained to ask; Jeongguk worries that he doesn’t want to be with someone inexperienced. “I’m already possessive, Gguk, and if we start then, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
“Hyung?”
The way Seokjin looks down at him makes Jeongguk feel the smallest he’s ever felt. Seokjin looks so serious - angry, but Jeongguk knows he isn’t. His mouth puckered, eyes narrowed. He licks his lips so Jeongguk sees a flash of his sharp alpha teeth. They were lodged in his neck just moments ago when he was promising him his knot.
“You said - you said you’d knot me! Please, hyung! I want you to finish what you started, I really do! I’m not scared. I want you! Please!”
“Jeongguk.” Seokjin grips him - it’s not a squeeze but it’s tight. “All I meant is that after this, I’ll think you’re mine. My alpha will consider it a done deal. Do you understand?” With that, he takes his cock in hand and directs it over Jeongguk’s pussy. He gasps, because there is enough precum gathered on the tip that he paints a pretty line down his most intimate place with his most intimate possession.
“Mine! It’s mine!” he babbles, unaware of what he’s saying. He tries to reach for it, wants to gather it up and stuff it up inside him, but Seokjin stops his hands.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” Seokjin smiles at him, softer than before. He crouches down to kiss Jeongguk, deceptively sweet at first, then all mouth and tongue and kissing in a way that Jeongguk’s surely never been kissed before. He clutches at Seokjin’s shoulders, almost too tall for him where he sits. He needs to be closer to hyung, he needs to be on him, needs hyung to be in him. His entire body vibrates with need. He can’t believe he can feel his heartbeat in his cunt, throbbing in time to his heart.
“My sweet omega.” Seokjin kisses him. “My baby. All mine.” He traces the side of Jeongguk’s face with the tip of his nose. Just his two hands cover all of Jeongguk’s back. With his cock in him, Jeongguk will be more Seokjin than himself, and he wants that. They’re pressed so close together, Jeongguk feels the vein on the underside of his dick pulsing where it rests against him.
“Hyung, please. Please! Don’t make me wait any longer. How many times do I have to ask? I’m yours! I told you I’m yours. Please.”
“Shhhh. Baby. Hold onto me.”
Jeongguk sniffles, teary eyed, as Seokjin guides his hands to his shoulders then gently lifts him up to lie him flat on his back. “There we go, sweetheart. Let me give you what you want.”
His breath hitches when he feels the blunt head pressed against him. Seokjin’s eyes are so intensely focused that they feel warmer than his cock. If he’s waiting for him to beg again, he can take matters into his own hands, squirming and rocking down. It’s easy, it fits - the slide is wonderful, almost easy at first.
“Oh.” Jeongguk goes still.
“Jeongguk-ah?”
“It’s - big.” It’s not too big, but it’s bigger than the last toys he stuffed himself with.
Seokjin chuckles. “Baby, how will you take my knot?”
“I can do it!” he huffs. “Gah! Just - slow.”
If Seokjin went any slower, he’d move in reverse. It’s not that it hurts, exactly - just a little uncomfortable. Surprising. There is pleasure already, and he knows that with time his body will adjust and it will build.
“I wish - ah! I wish I could see,” Jeongguk pants, reaching down to feel where hyung slides inside him. “Hyung, hyung - I want to see my slick on you! I want it to drip off! Ah, I want-”
Jeongguk throws his head back and moans. It isn’t all pleasure - it hurts, but overwhelming is the best kind of feeling he can have.
“There we go. There it is. Jeongguk-ah,” Seokjin croons in his ear, both nuzzling and kissing. “How is it? Does it hurt?”
Jeongguk wraps his legs around Seokjin’s waist. “You’re-” he huffs, “in? All the way in?”
Seokjin chuckles, pushing some of Jeongguk’s hair back. “Yeah, baby. I’m all the way in.”
“Mine!”
“I’m all yours.”
Jeongguk chews at the side of Seokjin’s neck. It might not mean anything to anyone - society doesn’t honor omega bites, but he’s marking hyung’s neck. His! Seokjin groans in his ear, hand tightening on his hip.
“Do I feel good?” Jeongguk asks, wondering how he can make it better while lying flat on his back. How do people do this? He puts his feet down to try and thrust upward to meet Seokjin, but he yelps when it pulls something he doesn’t like.
“Oh, baby, shhh. I got you. Hyung will make you feel good. Or do you want to be on top? Ride me like a good boy?” Seokjin asks, gently rocking in his rather than thrusting in and out. Desperately, Jeongguk reaches between them to feel again, mesmerized by the fact that they’re connected. Soon, they will be stuck together.
“I want - your knot!”
Laughter. “You can have my knot, honey. How do you want it?” When he rocks into Jeongguk, it makes him feel like more of a success than anything else ever has. He doesn’t want it to end, but he wants hyung’s pups - that is why omegas crave knots! The seemingly never ending feeling of being tied together. Jeongguk wants that, wants Seokjin to carry him everywhere with his knot in him and show him off. He will be marked in cum, and Seokjin will be marked in all of his slick. Both of their bodies will glisten.
Feverishly, Jeongguk fantasizes about staying knotted together for all of the nine months it takes to have a pup.
“I wanna be-” Jeongguk wiggles under him, so overwhelmed by how close they are. “On top?” The alpha holds him even closer as he gets his legs and feet under him, flipping backwards in one smooth motion so they stay together. Jeongguk gasps at the freedom of this position.
Planting his hands on hyung’s chest, he drags his pussy up and down. “Oh.” He looks down between them. “Hyung. Look.” He sits up high enough that he can reach out under him and stroke Seokjin’s cock with one hand.
Seokjin growls, muscles in his neck flexing. “Hyung wants to bite me. Hyung wants to bite me,” Jeongguk whispers to himself. He drops down to take all of hyung, feels him pulse inside. “Alpha!”
Seokjin thrusts up suddenly and hard, as if unable to stop himself, such a fierce look in his eye that it makes him shiver anew. He cups at Jeongguk’s nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs. “You want hyung to bite you, you want hyung to pup you. What don’t you want hyung to do?”
“Everything! I want - ah, everything!” Jeongguk squeals at a particularly sharp thrust. “More than anything, I want this knot, I want your pup! I want all of your puppies. Always want - this!”
He can barely keep himself upright from the thrusting under him and his insides quaking, ready to rupture. What felt huge before now feels like it takes over his entire body. He feels hyung’s cock in his tummy, closes his eyes and imagines how deep all of his seed will go.
“Please! Please give me!” Jeongguk cries, legs like jelly, arms shaking, tears on his cheeks now. He feels like he might die if he doesn’t have hyung’s knot!
Growling. Seokjin growls so much. “Shit! Jeongguk-ah, can feel you throbbing, baby. Shit.”
“Ah, ah, ah!” By the time Seokjin cums and his knot locks in, Jeongguk’s cum twice - he thinks. Maybe twice and a half? The second one was a little strange, smaller but longer, so it blended into all of the loveliness of Seokin’s alternating gentle rocks. He was too focused on hyung cumming, and now -
“OH.”
Seokjin hushes him gently. They’re both in his room, and Jeongguk can only wonder if someone has heard. He hopes so. “Okay, Jeongguk-ah?” He cups both of the omega’s cheeks to wipe away the tears, then smooths his hands down his shoulders and arms.
From where he’s collapsed on top of him, Jeongguk wiggles a hand between their bodies to feel. “So big, but you can’t feel it on the outside. Only - in me.” He lets out a long breath as Seokjin fiercely kisses the side of his head.
“You are so good, baby. So good for hyung.” He continually kisses all over Jeongguk’s face and neck, his free hand. It feels now like he’s the one who can’t get enough.
“Hyung, if I - if I’m pupped?” Jeongguk asks, nosing at the underside of Seokjin’s jaw.
“Hmmmm.” Seokjin slips a hand between them to cup Jeongguk’s belly. Jeongguk shivers in excitement, desperate to be closer than he is, than they are, but there’s nowhere else for them to go. They’re glued together, and Jeongguk doesn’t ever want it to stop. Inside, Jeongguk thinks he feels hyung’s cock twitch again; he likes to imagine what it must look like inside of him.
“You’ll claim it? You’ll support me? You’ll let me have your baby?”
Seokjin smiles at him. It’s a daytime smile at night, the first of its kind since Jeongguk woke him up. Softer, full of a love that’s been on display for years. “Jeongguk-ah,” he croons so sweetly. “I don’t know how to tell you this.”
He takes both of Jeongguk’s cheeks in his hand and leans even closer to whisper: “You were always going to carry hyung’s pups. Why do you think hyung put you in his bed at night, hm?”
Jeongguk gasps, squirming on top of Seokjin’s very damp torso. What is pleasure if not this? “Hyung made me wait!”
Laughing, Seokjin guides him to lie down fully on his chest. “Jeongguk-ah, you’re twenty-five. Hyung had to wait at least a little. You’re so young.”
“Okay, okay, but if -” Jeongguk bites his lip. Seokjin is quick to pull it out from between his teeth without looking. “If it doesn’t take-?”
“Hyung pupped you, baby.” He says it like he’s sure, but even the alpha can’t be sure this soon.
Jeongguk preens though, curling up on his chest as much as possible. “You have to tell Joon hyung.”
He shakes from Seokjin’s laughter. “Namjoon will be the least of our concerns.” They kiss. “But don’t you worry. Hyung will do it. Hyung will take care of it all.”
Jeongguk does not separate from him. When the knot goes down and he feels the fluids oozing out, he gasps and quickly cups himself between the legs. It’s a pleasurable throb there, everything sore and messy but Jeongguk loves the way it feels.
“Hyung! Oh, hyung.” Jeongguk pouts. Grinning wickedly, Seokjin flips him onto his back and lifts his legs into the air.
“Better?” he asks. Jeongguk pauses mid head-shake to nod. Seokjin kisses an ankle close to his head.
The next time Seokjin knots him, Jeongguk doesn’t even have to ask for it.
It’s less than an hour later.
“I thought alphas couldn’t knot more than once a day?” Jeongguk gasps, this time sandwiched between the bed and his alpha’s scorching body.
Seokjin laughs. “Oh, honey.”
Jeongguk pouts. “Well, how many times a day can you knot me?”
“Oh, honey,” Seokjin repeats. “Did no one tell you about alpha breeding frenzies when they mate with a new omega?”
Three days, five angry bandmates, and a whole lot of paperwork later, Jeongguk sits happily in hyung’s lap in front of everyone, both of the alpha’s hands on his hips, and when he bends forward to reach for something, a drink or a food item, he is careful to slip one hand around Jeongguk’s belly to support it.
“Is Jeonggukie okay?” Taehyung asks, eyes glued to the two of them. Does he know that even now Jeongguk keeps hyung’s hard cock nestled between his legs?
“He’s fine,” Yoongi replies dryly over a passing plate to Seokjin. “He’s glowing.”