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“So… What do you think I should do, hyung?” Namjoon asks with a purse of his lips, watching as Seokjin reads the messages over for the nth time. What he’s looking for, Namjoon isn’t sure, but he values Seokjin’s opinion so he’ll let him do what he wants.

After another couple of minutes, Seokjin slides the phone back over to Namjoon and clears his throat. “Well,” he starts. “You’ve always spoken about wanting to do some videos with another person, right? And I mean, you did ask him first.”

“Yeah, but I was drunk when I asked and—y’know, I wasn’t expecting him to actually agree.” He glances at his phone, seeing the embarrassing message he had sent days prior. God, his head hurts more now than it did when he was drunk, all because he actually got a response and he doesn’t know what to do. “It’s Kim Taehyung, he’s the most popular alpha on the site.”

“You’re the most popular omega, what’s your point?”

Namjoon flushes pink and honestly it baffles Seokjin how this can be the same omega who fucks himself with knotted toys and begs for an alpha in front of thousands of people when he’s sitting here acting goddamn shy.

…an alpha like Taehyung would just eat him alive.

“You don’t have much time to make a decision, right? He said he’d meet you in an hour to discuss some stuff.” Seokjin points out, taking a sip of his coffee and scrunching his face when he realizes it’s a little cold — possibly due to the fact that Namjoon, knowing what he likes, ordered it for him before he got there. “But if it’s something you really want to give a try, I say go for it. You only live once.”

That’s true, and while Namjoon doesn’t personally know Taehyung, he watches him a lot and he feels like he isn’t the kind of person to be upset at Namjoon, or anyone for that matter, if he changed his mind at the last minute. It’s just that he’s not sure how he’s supposed to actually come face-to-face with him after he drunkenly admitted that he watches his videos an unhealthy amount.

He locks his phone and turns it over just in case he happens to get another message from Taehyung. His heart is already beating in his chest. He thought that meeting Seokjin beforehand would help calm him down, even just a little bit, but it doesn’t seem to have worked at all.

“Do you want to take my jacket with you?” Seokjin suddenly asks, offering Namjoon a smile. “It might make you feel a little more at ease to have a different scent on you. Less exposed, I guess.”

Namjoon doesn’t even have to say anything for Seokjin to know his answer because he simply looks at him and Seokjin pulls his jacket from the back of his chair and hands it over to him. Even if he doesn’t actually wear it, just having it there will still ground him in some kind of way. This meeting he’s having with Taehyung is ‘professional’, so he shouldn’t really care about the scent.

Silence falls between them as Namjoon slides his fingers over the golden MYG & KSJ stitched onto the jacket, trying not to feel jealous about his best friends being in a healthy, happy relationship while he’s 30, unmated, and the only form of intimacy he gets is from strangers praising him online.

It makes him feel kind of pathetic in a way.

“If things start to get awkward, you can always tell him you made him tiramisu at one o’clock in the morning.”

Namjoon’s head snaps up, his cheeks growing hot embarrassingly quick because how dare Seokjin remind him of that. “I… I didn’t make it for him.” He forces out, ignoring Seokjin when he laughs. “I was just stress baking. I was nervous about today.”

“But you didn’t answer when I asked if you were making it for yourself or for him. Even Yoongi said you were making it for him, and he knows you better than anyone.”

“Y-yeah, well. I hate you both.”

Seokjin laughs even louder, getting a few looks from some of the other customers and while Namjoon takes a drink to kind of hide his embarrassment, he’s still thankful that Seokjin continues to talk. He talks about anything that comes to mind, clearly just to distract Namjoon.

Which he appreciates a lot, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling a pain in his chest when Seokjin starts talking about him and Yoongi decorating their new apartment together. He distracts him from Taehyung though, and that’s the main thing.

Actually, he distracts him a little too well because neither of them pay attention to the time and Namjoon ends up being late.

It’s only five minutes and he does message Taehyung as soon as he realizes, but he still feels terrible about it. First time meeting each other and he’s probably already made the worst impression ever. He even says those exact words to Seokjin as he drives him to meet Taehyung, and Seokjin simply tells him to take a deep breath because, “Everything will be fine, Namjoon-ah.”

Which helps… Up until Seokjin leaves Namjoon standing outside of the building with a ‘good luck, call me if you need anything’. This is it. There’s no turning back because he refuses to back out now when he’s the one who initiated it. He’s really about to go in there and meet someone who’s been in way too many of his fantasies and dreams. He probably shouldn’t say that to him, though it would make for an interesting icebreaker.

Shaking his head, Namjoon tries to stop himself from overthinking and then takes yet another deep breath before he walks inside.

It’s not too busy inside, yet it’s busy enough that Namjoon has to look around quite a bit before he spots Taehyung sitting at the bar. He’s chatting away to the bartender, a drink in front of him but he doesn’t look drunk, so he’s probably only just ordered it. Or it could just be a non-alcoholic drink, which is something Namjoon should probably get. He has one hand on the glass while the other is resting next to his phone, like he’s waiting for a message or a call.

Perhaps from him.

“—Sir? Are you alright?” A waitress asks, snapping him out of his thoughts and he nods.

“S-sorry, I was just, um… I’m here to meet someone.” His voice is maybe a little too quiet when he says it, like he’ll be judged for it for some reason. But the waitress simply smiles at him, tells him to ‘have fun’, and is on her way. He looks back over to the bar, his embarrassment growing when he notices Taehyung looking at him.

There’s definitely no way he’s backing out now.

‘Deep breath, Namjoon,’ he thinks to himself as he walks over. ‘Just don’t tell him anything embarrassing and you’ll be fine.’

The walk over to the bar is actually a short one, but it feels so incredibly long to Namjoon and when he gets there, he just awkwardly stands before he finally speaks. “Uh, sorry for being late. I was with a friend and—”

“It’s fine, you weren’t that late, and you did text me to let me know. Most people wouldn’t.” Taehyung smiles, and Namjoon swears his heart starts beating so loud that not only Taehyung can hear it but everyone else can too. He tries to ignore it and instead moves to sit on the stool next to the other when he’s stopped. “A booth would probably be more comfortable for us, who knows how long we’ll be here.”

“Right, yeah. Just let me— can I get some water?” He asks the bartender, very aware of Taehyung’s eyes still on him but he tries not to pay attention to it. He just watches as his glass is filled with ice and water, thanking the bartender when it’s handed to him.

Normally he would pick something much stronger, especially since he’s not sure how to act in a situation like this and alcohol could help relax him. Except, it’s also what got him into this in the first place.

Taehyung flashes another smile when they lock eyes and Namjoon prays to fucking god that he stops doing it because he can’t handle it. Hell, he even stumbles a little as he follows him over to one of the empty booths because he’s only ever seen Taehyung through a screen and only ever being so serious and intense.

To actually have him smiling at him feels like a dream, and he honestly wants nothing more than to kiss him.

“So.” Taehyung starts as he slides into the other side of the booth. “Are you hungry?”

“Huh?”

“Are you hungry? Or did you have some food with your friend?”

It’s a simple question but it’s so thoughtful and caring in a way that it surprised Namjoon. He was expecting it to just be a simple sit down, exchange some ‘rules’ for a video and then be on their way until they meet again.

God, he’s so desperate for some kind of affection from an alpha that his omega is telling him to hook onto Taehyung and never let him go.

He really is pathetic.

“I’m a little hungry.” Namjoon finally admits, the words barely leaving his mouth when Taehyung grabs two menus from the holder on the table and hands one to him. It’s funny how that one simple question can make Namjoon feel a little less worried about the whole thing.

And when he takes a while to decide on what he wants because there are so many choices, Taehyung doesn’t rush him, he just continues to look through his own menu as if he hasn’t already picked something, occasionally glancing towards Namjoon. He waits until Namjoon has settled on what he wants and then makes sure that he doesn’t want to change his mind before he flags down the waitress and tells her.

The whole thing is a little strange too, if he’s being honest. He’s had people in the past, both friends and so-called lovers, rush him or get annoyed at him for not deciding quickly. Yet, here’s Taehyung; someone he’s only ever seen through a computer screen and never actually spoken to, being so incredibly patient with him that it makes his heart hurt.

But in a really good way.

When the waitress walks away from their booth after taking their orders, they happen to lock eyes and Namjoon doesn’t think when he smiles at him because it’s just a smile. Except Taehyung lets out the loudest, most exaggerated gasp that would give Seokjin a run for his money.

“Your dimples look so much cuter in real life. I honestly didn’t think that was possible.”

Namjoon flushes, the heat spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he looks at Taehyung in disbelief because he would only know he had dimples if he watched even one of his videos, which isn’t something that ever crossed his mind. “Y-you’ve watched me?”

“You seem surprised. You didn’t think I had?”

“I mean— well— There are so many other people to watch.”

Taehyung hums like he agrees. “Well, Namjoon. You’re the only one that does something for me. Nine times out of ten, I have a video of yours playing in the back while recording my own.”

Okay, Namjoon’s about to pass the fuck out, he even considers texting Seokjin an SOS. Taehyung can’t just say that. Especially with that look in his eyes. His smile is still sweet, sure, but his eyes… They’re dangerous, like he’s a predator watching his prey. Namjoon’s throat feels dry all of a sudden so he grabs his water without saying a thing, practically downing it in one.

Maybe he should get something stronger.

He looks at Taehyung from over his glass, and even that’s a mistake because Taehyung cocks his head slightly with a raise of an eyebrow and Namjoon decides that yes, he’s definitely getting a stronger drink. He’s going to fucking need it if he has to handle Taehyung doing things like that and staring at him the way he is.

It might also give him a little more courage to discuss some more intimate rules for the video. So, the next time the waitress happens to walk past them, he politely asks her if he can get something else to drink, going for whatever the hell Taehyung is drinking.

Which seems to amuse the alpha.

“I thought you might have stuck with your water.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply to him because he can’t even look at him right now, how is he supposed to say something? It’s not fair, it’s like Taehyung knows he has some kind of crush on him and he’s just messing with him, teasing him. Seokjin always did tell him he was easy to tease, yet this feels like something else.

“You know, I was really surprised when I saw the message from you, especially since I had been toying with the idea of messaging you myself.” Taehyung admits, resting his chin on the palm of his hand to stare at Namjoon. “I wasn’t sure if you were open to collaborating with anyone else on the site.”

Namjoon hesitates for a moment and seems to really think about it before he quietly says, “I’m not.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, so Namjoon continues.

“You’re a whole different story.”

“Well,” Taehyung smiles. “How ‘bout that.”

Namjoon smiles back, albeit a little more shy, tapping his fingers on the side of the glass and he swears he sees Taehyung’s own fingers twitching, like he wants to reach out and hold his hand. He certainly wouldn’t be against that. Taehyung has nice hands, big hands. Strong hands, he imagines. His mind supplies him with the image of Taehyung grabbing flesh, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises and—

The sound of his drink being placed in front of him pulls him back to reality, and he hopes that neither Taehyung nor the waitress can smell the shift in the air. He thanks her and tentatively takes a sip of his drink, trying to hold back his cough because holy shit, that’s strong.

“You have to mix it.” Taehyung points out, as if knowing what Namjoon is thinking. He reaches over to stir the drink with the straw, then motions for Namjoon to take another drink. “See? Better.”

“Y-yeah, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Uh, listen, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but I’ve been wanting to ask since you sat down; are you in an open relationship or something? Not that I’m against it, you do you and all—”

“What?”

“You smell like a mated alpha, but I don’t see a mate bite on you.”

Mated alpha?

“Oh! I’m— it’s my jacket, well it’s not my jacket. It belongs to my friend who’s in a relationship and he sometimes gives me his jacket to keep from getting unnecessary looks from other alphas and it’s kind of a comfort thing.” He shrugs the jacket off, maybe a little too quickly, and hands it over to Taehyung for him to smell.

Which he does, recoiling at the overpowering scent of Seokjin and immediately handing it back to Namjoon.

“Okay… Rule number one for our time together? I want you to smell like yourself.”

“Like myself.” Namjoon repeats with a soft laugh. “I have some really nice body wash that—”

Taehyung shakes his head to stop Namjoon, and he looks so serious that it shouldn’t send a shiver down Namjoon’s spine, but it does. “Don’t use any scented body wash, nothing flowery or anything like that. I want to be able to smell just you, Namjoon.”

Heat pools in the pit of Namjoon’s stomach and he’s ashamed that he has to squeeze his legs together for a moment because of Taehyung’s words. No one, not even a past boyfriend, has ever asked him to just smell like himself. He’s not sure what to say, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he just decides to nod.

“I want you to promise me.”

“I-I promise.”

“Good.” Taehyung nods. “Good boy.”

Namjoon has wanted Taehyung to say those two words to him for the longest time possible, but now is not the time to say it nor is the place. Not that Namjoon’s body agrees with him because he’s starting to feel hotter, his heart picking up its pace and god fucking dammit, he has to squeeze his thighs even tighter. Fuck fuck fuck. He’s going to be dead by the end of the night.

Dead, or incredibly horny. He’s not sure which one he would prefer.

Thankfully, the waitress comes back over a final time with their food and Taehyung gets distracted immediately, talking about how he’s starving and how it was worth the wait because they have the best food, that Namjoon is going to love it.

Namjoon can only nod dumbly since his mind is still too focused on the fact that Taehyung called him a good boy, and how he could possibly get him to say it again. For now though, he’ll just…try his best to focus on the food.

They don’t actually discuss their lists of do’s and don’ts until about halfway into their food simply because they had both been more hungry than they originally thought and Taehyung was right, the food was definitely worth the wait. It’s probably going to become one of Namjoon’s favorite places to eat, and hopefully Taehyung will be there every time.

When they did finally start to talk about the list and rules, Taehyung used his phone to write things down, occasionally passing it over to Namjoon to let him see and write his own. Of course, at the top of the list, in bold letters was ‘smell like yourself’. But there were also simple things like kissing and touching, which Namjoon would have expected anyway.

From him at least, he wasn’t sure just how much Taehyung wanted to do or if kissing was too intimate for him.

But there were also the slightly more interesting ones. The ‘face fucking’ on Namjoon’s part or the ‘pseudo breeding’ on Taehyung’s. That one was really interesting, Namjoon’s face turned a pretty shade of red when he saw it. It was also followed by a ‘no condoms?’ and Namjoon took extra time to answer with a ‘no condoms’ because he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to feel all of Taehyung after watching his videos.

During the whole thing, there would sometimes be a lingering touch of their hands or even a gaze that was too long to be friendly. Taehyung started it when he passed the phone over one time and slid his fingers along Namjoon’s wrist. Namjoon continued it because he had enough alcohol in his system to give him that bit of confidence he needed.

Although, whenever Taehyung would look at him with a certain look in his eyes after reading one of his rules, he would get shy and have to look away. Despite that though, it was still calming in a way. It was easy and comfortable, and if someone happened to look over at them, they wouldn’t have been able to guess it was their first time meeting.

Especially with how flirty they were both being.

By the time they’ve finally finished their food (and a shared dessert under Taehyung’s request), and finished their respective lists, they’re both pretty buzzed. It’s definitely not enough to have them painfully hungover the next day because Namjoon has learned his lesson from that already. Just enough to keep them comfortable and slightly giggly.

Namjoon found it easy to be himself around Taehyung, mostly thanks to the few drinks he had. But Taehyung made him feel comfortable too. He treated him like an equal and not just someone he wanted to fuck, and abandon the next morning. It was hard to find people like that, and it made Namjoon’s omega want to hold onto him for all of eternity.

Plus, he’s much more of a gentleman than Namjoon thought he would be.

He calls a taxi for Namjoon because he wants to make sure he gets home safe. He waits with him despite Namjoon telling him multiple times to go home because he’ll be fine, but Taehyung refuses. So now they’re just standing outside, the fresh air sobering them up a little as they stand next to each other. Close enough that Namjoon keeps brushing his hand against Taehyung’s, but doesn’t do anything more. Not until Taehyung turns to look at him. He’s just about to say something when Namjoon kisses him instead.

It’s quick and it’s kind of more like he shoves his lips against his aggressively, but the fact still stands that he did it.

“S-sorry.” He forces out when he takes a step back. “I just— it’s been a nice night and the alcohol and you’ve been so kind.”

This time it’s Taehyung who initiates the kiss and it’s far more than just a quick peck like Namjoon's. It's very intimate right off the bat with Taehyung pressing their bodies closer, his hands moving from Namjoon’s waist to his face. His hands are rough and gentle at the same time, and Namjoon might have paid more attention to that if he wasn’t focusing on how he wanted more of Taehyung’s taste.

There was the food, of course, and the alcohol and the sweetness of their strawberry dessert. Past all that, there was something that was just Taehyung and Namjoon wanted it. It wasn’t his omega that wanted it. It was him.

He presses deeper into the kiss, fingers curling against Taehyung’s biceps and letting out the softest noise when his bottom lip is bit for him to part them. When he does, Taehyung holds on to his face just a little tighter and Namjoon likes that. It’s like he’s keeping him in place as he slides his tongue past his lips and into his mouth.

Maybe it’s a good thing that the taxi pulls up shortly after because honestly, Namjoon was ready to give Taehyung anything and everything he wanted right there. He feels like Taehyung knows that, what with the way he gives him a smirk when he pulls away.

It doesn’t stop Namjoon from trying to follow him for more.

“Be patient.” Taehyung teases, pressing a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek. “It’ll be worth it."

“Promise?”

“Oh, I promise. Now go, and text me when you get home.”

Namjoon leans in for one last kiss because he just can’t help himself before he says goodbye and climbs into the taxi, giving the driver his address. His heart is pounding in his chest for multiple reasons, and it's not helping that Taehyung stands right where he was and waves until Namjoon can no longer see him.

Even when he gets home, Namjoon can’t stop thinking about him, plopping down onto the couch and staring up at the ceiling. From his smile to his sweet words and his kisses, obviously. His hands too… God, he has such nice hands, he noticed that even just from watching his videos. But to actually have them on him tonight, to finally think about how they felt, it makes a heat pool in the pit of his stomach.

He wants his hands on his face again, wants them around his throat until he feels like he’s going to pass out because they would fit so nicely. He wants them on his chest, groping him while he teases him that his nipples are sensitive. He wants them on his hips, gripping so tight it would leave bruises that his pants would press against them and he would have no choice but to be reminded of them.

He wants them on his thighs, leaving bruises there too as he holds his legs apart and fucks him to his hearts content.

“Fuck.” Namjoon hisses softly as he realizes he’s one, too goddamn hot. And two, so wet that he's beginning to soak his underwear just from the thought of Taehyung’s hands on him.

He shoves down his pants and underwear just enough that he can touch himself because he’s too horny to even wait any longer. Although, he does momentarily think about going into the bedroom to get a toy to feel more full, except that would take too long for him and he needs something now. He doesn’t really have to with how wet he is already, but he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks on them until he truly feels like they’re wet enough. Maybe it’s a little bit of overkill, but who cares. He likes it wet and messy.

With his other hand, he pushes his shirt up and slides his fingers over his nipples, switching between the two as he moves his free hand down to his pussy, wasting no time to press two fingers past his folds and in as deep as he can get them.

Taehyung would probably be able to get his fingers deeper, and that thought alone is enough to send Namjoon’s mind into yet another frenzy because he wants that so goddamn bad. Yeah, he wants to be fucked by Taehyung, wants to have his dick inside of him and have him fill him up so much that it spills out (the thought makes him tighten around his own fingers), but he also wants him to fuck him with his fingers.

He wants to come undone from them alone. He wants Taehyung to have one hand on his hip to hold him down as he fucks him deeper and deeper with his fingers, and with his eyes closed, it’s so easy for him to picture Taehyung right above him.

“Dirty little omega, aren’t you?” The Taehyung in his mind says, and Namjoon whimpers as he tries to get his fingers in deeper, even adding a third and rocking his hips upward. “So desperate for this, and it’s not even enough for you.”

“P-please—”

“Are you even going to handle having my cock inside you? Are you going to be able to take my knot?”

His knot.

The thought of it, hot and thick, inside of him has Namjoon choking on a moan and he gives a particularly hard pinch to his left nipple. He’s so fucking wet, the sounds are so obscene and so loud, but he thinks Taehyung would like it. He’s mentioned it before in a video, how he wants to hear how wet he can get his partner.

He starts to think about Taehyung’s dick because he’s seen it in his videos, knows just how big he is, knows how much he would fill him up. He knows he would make him feel good, better than his own fingers or a simple toy can make him feel. He wants it so bad. So so fucking bad that his pussy tightens around his own fingers again because he wants it to be Taehyung’s dick, wants to have it inside of him all the time.

“T-Taehyung, fuck, please— I need it.” He whines into the emptiness of his living room, eyebrows knitting together while his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat. His fingers are already as deep as he can possibly get them, spreading them to try and give him the feeling of Taehyung’s dick inside of him. When that doesn’t work, he resorts to curling them instead, desperately trying to find the perfect angle.

He knows his body well, maybe a little too well, because it only takes a mere few seconds for him to find it and with a few more thrusts, a well timed curl of his fingers, he’s coming harder than he ever has before, making a mess of his fingers and his couch, and honestly leaving him a little dizzy.

Does he care? Fuck no, not when he still has the imaginary Taehyung telling him how much of a good boy he is. Dirty, but so good for him because he came just from his fingers and now because he was a good omega for him, he can get what he wants.

Unfortunately, that’s when Namjoon decides to open his eyes and the shame washes over him as he pulls his fingers out, wiping them on his pants. His shirt is clinging to him from how much he’s been sweating and he’ll need to give his couch a really good deep clean, but for now, he just needs to shower and sleep.

Shit, he also needs to text Taehyung.

With his clean hand, he grabs his phone and quickly sends Taehyung a text to tell him that he got home okay and that he’s going to head to sleep soon. Taehyung replies shortly after with a series of emojis that makes Namjoon feel like he knows what he just did and what he was thinking about. But then he sends a ‘I’m home too’ with a few kissy emojis and his mood shifts.

He wishes he could thank his past self for drunkenly messaging Taehyung. But since he can’t, he’ll just have to instead wait for the weekend for their recording.

Impatiently.

✽

The weekend arrives way too slowly.

It was only three days, but it was three, very agonizingly slow days.

They kept texting each other, of course. Sometimes it was about just little random things or asking how they slept (Namjoon woke up those three mornings to a text from Taehyung telling him good morning). Other times, they would text a few more rules about their collaboration, and any time they did, Namjoon would get a little too excited because it was actually happening.

It was something he only ever thought about.

However, today, when it’s finally the day and Taehyung is currently just a few minutes away, he’s not that excited. Well, he is. But he also wants to throw up from how nervous he is. It’s been a while since he’s had an alpha in his apartment that wasn’t Seokjin and the fact that it’s Taehyung of all people makes him so goddamn nervous.

He didn’t sleep well last night from a mixture of excitement and anxiety, so he ended up just sort of deep cleaning his apartment, making sure everything looked neat and tidy because he didn’t want to give Taehyung the impression that he was a slob. He had also been texting Seokjin since he got the text from Taehyung telling him he was on his way, until Seokjin decided that calling was just so much easier.

“What are you scared of? That you’ll actually want to see him again after this?”

“Kind of, yeah.” Namjoon admits, pacing back and forth in his living room. “He probably doesn’t want the same thing.”

Seokjin huffs, and it’s not like a ‘oh my god you’re pissing me off’ kind of huff. It’s more like ‘I can’t believe how dumb you’re being right now’ kind. Namjoon learned the difference a long time ago. “Namjoon, he’s got to like you in some kind of way. You’ve told me all about your texts with him, told me how he makes sure you’ve had something to eat, that you’ve slept well, that you’re drinking plenty of water.”

“He could just be really friendly—”

“Plus you said you felt something in that kiss, right? Something more than just sexual attraction.”

Namjoon opens his mouth to say something, maybe to fight back, and then he closes it again because that’s true. As for the texts Taehyung always sends him to make sure he’s okay, they make his heart skip a beat. Especially the one that included a selfie of him in a cozy bookshop and said it made him think of him. Because that’s all Namjoon ever wants; to be thought about during the simple things in life.

He just doesn’t want to scare Taehyung away, that’s all. He knows he can be a bit too much, he’s been told that so many times before, and Taehyung makes him feel something that he hasn’t felt since his first boyfriend. But this is only the second time they’re meeting, it’s so stupid he feels like that.

“If you really don’t want to say anything about it to him or don’t want him to find out, try and keep it bottled up, I guess.”

“…that’s not exactly healthy.”

“Yeah. But I know you. You would rather bottle it up anyway than lose someone you feel a connection with.”

Namjoon feels a painful tug in his heart at Seokjin’s words because boy, does the truth hurt.

“Which isn’t a bad thing!” Seokjin quickly reassures. “You just want to be cared for and loved, there’s nothing wrong with that. But just… Y’know, try to have fun today!”

“But don’t get pregnant,” comes Yoongi’s voice from somewhere in the background.

Namjoon sputters, face turning red. “I’m hanging up now!”

“Wait, text me about it all—”

“Bye!”

Namjoon hangs up as quickly as he possibly can and is just about to toss his phone onto the couch when a message from Taehyung pops up at the top of his screen. ‘Buzzing now’. And sure enough, his buzzer goes off.

Honestly, for a moment, he considers not answering it. Even thinks about telling Taehyung he’s changed his mind. That wouldn’t be fair, though. Especially since he was the one who started the whole thing. Plus, deep down, he really does want to go through with it. So he takes the small walk out of his living room and down the hallway to press the enter button when the intercom buzzes again. This is it.

In just a few minutes, Taehyung will be in his apartment.

“Fuck.” He whispers to himself, walking back down the hallway to quickly make sure everything is sitting perfectly and that there’s not even the slightest bit of mess. “Everything’s going to be fine, it’ll be fine. He’s just another alpha, nothing to be afraid of. It’s just going to be sex and then he’ll leave, and that’s it.”

His own words make his heart ache again, which is stupid for a multitude of reasons. One of them being that he should be used to just having sex with no strings attached. After all, that’s all any other alpha has ever wanted with him. His heart tries to remind him that Taehyung is different from them but his brain won’t have it because he’s had those feelings so many times before just to get burned.

This is just going to be sex, and nothing more. Just sex.

Taehyung is probably that sweet to everyone, he’s not anyone special.

The shrill ring of his doorbell stops him mid-fluffing his couch cushions and he almost slips as he goes to the door, a little too excited to see Taehyung. Nervous about the situation, but excited to see the alpha — it’s ridiculous. He stands at the door for a couple of seconds, takes a deep breath, and then opens it.

All those thoughts he was having prior? They all melt away at the sight of Taehyung smiling at him.

“Were you busy?”

“O-oh. Um, no, I was just…tidying up a little.” He admits shyly, then awkwardly stands there until he remembers he has to let Taehyung inside. He moves back and points down the hallway to the living room, closing the door once the other is in. “Looks like you brought a lot.”

“Just the stuff I usually use when recording a video.” Taehyung’s voice sounds a little strained, but Namjoon dismisses it because he’s probably imagining it. Of course, he doesn’t know that his own scent of salted caramel is making Taehyung want to go feral. He doesn’t know that his scent is making it really hard for Taehyung to hold back everything.

Taehyung knew Namjoon would smell good, but he didn’t know it would be this good.

“So, where should I set up?”

“Right.” Namjoon nods, more flustered now because he’s acting like this isn’t his own goddamn house. He walks to his guest bedroom and opens the door. “I, uh, already set up so wherever you think is best for you in here, then go ahead.”

Taehyung opens his mouth to say thank you as he walks into the room but what comes out instead is a small grunt because holy fuck, he’s actually standing in the room where Namjoon records all of his videos, and it’s so surreal. He’s only ever thought about being here.

For a minute, all he can do is stand there and take it in. The desk off to the side with towels and bottles of water for afterwards (his heart kind of hurts when he thinks of Namjoon going through an intense session alone). The row of collars hanging on the wall because he sometimes has them in the back of his video and lets his viewers pick which one he wears; Taehyung likes the pink with small spikes. There’s the plethora of toys that he keeps from smallest to biggest, which makes his dick twitch in his sweats.

“Wow.”

“W-what?”

“It’s just— I’ve seen this in your videos, so it’s crazy to actually be here you know?” He laughs, enjoying the way Namjoon’s face turns a pretty shade of red at his words. Or maybe it’s because he walks over to the toys. “Some of these are pretty big, I haven’t seen you use them.”

“…they’re too big.”

Taehyung is about to fucking die on the spot.

Namjoon is embarrassed to admit it, but he figures Taehyung deserves to know or hopes that he’ll like the idea of Namjoon struggling to fit a toy inside of him even though he’s desperate to. Which has happened off stream. Multiple times, actually.

Usually during his heats.

“So, um, y-yeah. Just set up wherever you feel comfortable.” Namjoon reminds him, quickly changing the subject as he shuffles over to where he’s already set up his camera that’s connected to his laptop, which he uses to read comments. “Are you okay with me starting the stream right now?”

“Go ahead, gotta let the room fill up right?” Taehyung winks, walking around the other side of the bed and setting his bag down. He rarely does live videos, his are usually pre-recorded and with Namjoon already doing a live-stream tonight, he figured there was no need for him to do one too. His camera is a handheld yet still slightly more on the expensive side, simply for a better picture. It’s quick to get out of his bag, make sure the SD card is in there (he checked before he left but he still has to make sure again), and build up the tripod.

It’s the actual angling of the camera that takes him a while, turning it this way and that with some muttering under his breath. He’s never had to worry about getting another person in the frame and honestly he doesn't really care if he doesn't get himself. He’s much more interested in getting Namjoon in the frame.

Meanwhile, Namjoon is sitting at the foot of the bed, fixing his own camera so he doesn’t give away the surprise of Taehyung being there. He then quickly adds “SPECIAL” to the title of his stream before he presses start, and almost instantly, people are flooding in and asking why it’s special with a few also saying that they’ve been so excited for his stream tonight.

“You’ve been excited? I’m no one special.” Namjoon huffs out a laugh.

“I beg to differ.” Taehyung mutters, not loud enough that the camera can pick it up but loud enough that Namjoon can, and his heart thuds in his chest. He can’t even react to it because it’ll give away the surprise too early. So, he clears his throat and shifts a little as he reads more of the comments.

“There’s already quite a few of you asking why it’s special— I’m just waiting for the room to fill up more and then I’ll tell you.”

A few sad faces pop up in the chat, followed by some begging hands and it makes Namjoon laugh. Which then makes his viewers send some heart-eyes emoji, talking about how he has a cute laugh; they always do it, and while it does make him shy, it also makes him happy.

Some people would probably find it kind of sad that getting compliments from strangers online makes him happy and a little more confident, but it’s just the way it is. He would much rather do it that way than accept them from someone pretending to get close to him.

As he scans the chat, one of the messages catches his eye.

“Do I have any pretty clothes on? Not really, no.” He purses his lips. “I should have put something on though, especially since it’s special. Oh! I bought some new black lace underwear with matching stockings, I should have worn them.”

Not only does the chat practically beg for him to wear them next time, but Namjoon hears a few curse words from behind him as Taehyung fumbles with his equipment. He turns to look at him. “What happened?”

“You can’t just put an image like that into my head.”

“Sorry.” He’s not, his ‘innocent’ smile proves that he’s not. He turns back to the laptop, expecting a lot of messages about how he’s finally got a guest (people have been asking for it for a while), but he’s not expecting the few messages scattered in about how they recognize the voice of his guest.

‘omg no way??’

‘is that THE kim taehyung’s voice’

‘this is going to be the best stream ever’

Namjoon pouts. “No point in hiding it now, I guess. I do have a guest for tonight’s stream and yes, it’s Taehyung. We realized we would benefit from a stream together.”

“We did?” Taehyung asks with a raised eyebrow as he finally walks into frame, and Namjoon looks up at him with pleading eyes because he does not want his viewers to know that he practically begged Taehyung to do a stream with him while he was drunk. It’s bad enough that he has Seokjin and Yoongi teasing him for it. “Right. We did.”

Namjoon smiles and looks back once again, watching as the number of viewers rise. He usually waits until he gets to at least a thousand because he doesn’t like to start too early, but he wasn’t expecting the numbers to be past that already and there are still people joining.

It always amazes him that so many people are eager to see him. It makes him hot to know that Taehyung was one of them.

There’s fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck and it honestly takes a lot to not just lean into it because it feels so good. A simple touch, sure, but it’s sending Namjoon’s mind reeling. “‘What does Taehyung smell like?’ Kind of like…hm.” They lock eyes with each other on the screen and Namjoon immediately has to look away. “Kind of like coffee with a hint of dark chocolate? U-uh, it’s really nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I think your scent is nice too.” Taehyung admits, fingers curling into Namjoon’s hair just slightly as he looks at the chat. “It’s a sweet smell, I don’t really want to share it if I’m being honest. I kind of want to keep it to myself, but just know that it’s driving me insane.”

Namjoon swallows hard, unsure if the reason he’s breathing quicker is because Taehyung is refusing to share with everyone how Namjoon smells or because of what he’s saying about it making him crazy.

“Never in my life have I met an omega who smells so good. From the moment I walked in, I felt like I was drowning in it and it’s been so hard to keep my composure.”

A beat, and then;

“Y-you don’t have to.”

Fingers grab a handful of his hair and elicit a pretty sounding gasp from him. Thank god Taehyung remembered that Namjoon had hair-pulling on his list of do’s. He pulls a little so that Namjoon is forced to tilt his head back and look at him, and Taehyung gets distracted by the expanse of his neck, thinking of how much prettier it would look all marked up.

There’s a predatory look in Taehyung’s eyes again and while it makes Namjoon’s knees weak, his face hot, and his underwear wet; it also makes him wonder how Taehyung would be if the old traditions of a mating hunt were still around.

Would he play with him by making him work for it?

Or would he find him immediately and make him his as soon as possible so no one else would ever go near him?

Namjoon opens his mouth to speak and when nothing comes out, he has to clear his throat to find his voice again. “I just— I can handle it, you know. I won’t break.”

Taehyung’s other hand comes up to cup Namjoon’s face and he’s so gentle despite the tight grip he still has on his hair. It’s like he’s trying to fight himself while also giving Namjoon whiplash because he doesn’t know which hand to focus on. His thumb brushes over Namjoon’s lips, and Namjoon parts them so easily because he would do absolutely anything Taehyung wanted him to.

If he told Namjoon to jump, he would simply ask him how high in return.

Although he does start to get a little impatient and leans up for a kiss, thrilled when Taehyung closes the gap and their lips finally meet. Namjoon has wanted Taehyung’s lips back on his since their first kiss the other night, and it shows in the way he tries to get more while grabbing at Taehyung’s shirt.

It does start as a sweet kiss, gentle and tender, but it certainly doesn’t stay that way.

Quite quickly, the pace changes from sweet to desperate. All because of Taehyung, grabbing Namjoon’s face as he deepens the kiss, making it a little more wet as he uses more tongue. He seems somewhat indecisive, switching between that and pulling away just the slightest so he can bite at Namjoon’s lips to leave them bruised and swollen.

He keeps doing it until Namjoon has to beg him to stop because it hurts. It’s a good pain, yes, but it’s also overwhelming since he isn’t used to it.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind though, immediately making his way to Namjoon’s neck like he belongs there, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses. Namjoon is happy to let him do it too, tilting his head and catching sight of himself on the screen of his laptop. He looks a mess already and all they did was kiss.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” Taehyung says against his skin, his breath tickling him. “Since I went home that night, my thoughts about you have been more than usual and fuck, it’s so hard to keep them in check.”

A moan leaves Namjoon when he opens his mouth to speak because Taehyung picks that moment to bite down gently, testing the waters. “I— me too.” He admits, grabbing more at Taehyung’s shirt. He pauses for a moment, wondering if he should be completely honest with him and he decides that yes, he should be. Just to see how far he can push Taehyung. “W-when I got home that night, I thought about you and… and touched myself.”

Taehyung pulls away and Namjoon thinks he’s said the wrong thing, then he sees his smirk and knows things are okay. For the most part.

“Wait a minute. You’re telling me that I’ve been holding back for tonight and you couldn’t even do the same?” The way Taehyung says it makes Namjoon feel slightly ashamed. The rapid pinging of the comments doesn't help much. “Aren’t you a dirty little omega.”

Taehyung’s smirk only grows when he notices the sparkle in Namjoon’s eyes.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve seen the kind of things you do on your streams.”

More pinging, and Taehyung pulls his attention away from Namjoon for a second to read some of the comments. “Oh yeah, I watch Namjoon’s videos a lot.” He says when the same question keeps popping up. “I, personally, think I’m his number one fan.”

Namjoon is pleased about that comment and he wouldn’t even argue with it, especially with how Taehyung is fighting to hold back. He’s clearly thought about Namjoon a lot — about this moment a lot, and Namjoon wonders if Taehyung really would have ever messaged him if he hadn't done it first.

He should be reading the comments too since it is his stream, but he’s more interested in watching Taehyung on the screen, eyeing him up and down. The way he leans forward a little to read more of the comments, his eyes dark with lust. How his arms look as he flexes a little. How he’s clearly hard, straining against his sweats, and he bites his lip. Because he’s only ever seen his dick through his screen and the fact that he’s so close to it makes his mouth water.

When he looks back up to Taehyung’s face, he sees he’s already being watched with a raised eyebrow.

“…pay attention to me.” He suddenly says, his voice a little shaky and his face hot. Who cares about the comments, Namjoon just wants Taehyung’s eyes on him. “Don’t you want to do something about how dirty I am?”

Taehyung hums like he’s thinking about it. “I think,” he starts, sitting next to Namjoon on the bed. “I would rather have you strip for me. Put on a little show.”

Namjoon squirms, beginning to get shy because he’s already got his underwear soaked. That doesn’t normally happen on his streams, he usually builds up to it. But this— it’s so embarrassing because they haven’t even done much either. He blames it on his omega for being so desperate for an alpha.

“Will you strip too?”

“Are you shy, baby?” Taehyung teases, giving him a chaste kiss. “Yeah. I’ll strip too.”

After getting another kiss from Taehyung — and making sure it lasts slightly longer — Namjoon stands up and carefully moves his setup back a little so his full body can be in frame. He’s unsure if he should face Taehyung or the camera, in the end deciding to face Taehyung. He’s already undressing him with eyes, and that gives Namjoon a newfound confidence.

He slides his hands over his chest, taking it slow and maybe even giving his chest some extra attention because Taehyung is watching every single move he’s doing. He teases him when he gets to the hem of his shirt, lifting it just a little before putting it back down, which earns him a low growl of his name in return.

Oh, he likes that. He really likes that.

“How does it feel?” Namjoon asks, toying at the hem and then pulling the shirt up over his head, leaving his hair a mess and his face just a tiny bit more flushed. “To see this in person.”

“Like a fucking dream.” Taehyung replies without an ounce of hesitation, taking his own shirt and tossing it to the floor so it can join Namjoon’s. He’s going to remove an article of clothing whenever Namjoon does and it makes Namjoon eager to remove more. But he also wants to take his time.

Which is exactly what he does as he turns away from him, curls his fingers in the waistband of his pants and pulls them down just the slightest, barely showing any skin. Then he pulls them back up, laughing softly when the comments complain about him being a huge tease. His laughter dies in his throat when he sees Taehyung’s eyebrows knit together in frustration, squeezing his dick through his own pants.

“I said strip, not tease.”

“Am I not allowed to have some fun with it?”

“Any other time, yeah. But right now I'm going to go crazy.”

Namjoon takes pity on Taehyung because if it were the other way around, he would be begging Taehyung to hurry up. He grabs the waistband of his pants once more and slowly pulls them down. When they’re at his ankles, he tries to be sexy as he kicks them off the rest of the way, except he stumbles a little and Taehyung helps steady him with hands on his hips.

He lets Namjoon show himself off to the camera for a minute before forcing him to turn around so he can get a better look. “Fuck.” He mutters under his breath, sliding his hands up Namjoon’s chest because he can. He’s only ever thought about it while jerking off, so this is just… It's his fantasies coming true right now.

There’s a shift in the air as both of their scents become stronger because of how aroused they both are, yet there’s no denying that Namjoon's is overpowering Taehyung’s. Especially now that his pants are off and he’s just standing there in his underwear. Taehyung doesn’t say anything about how wet he is though, but that’s probably because he’s much more interested in just touching Namjoon, making a mental note of every time he twitches under his touch.

“H-hey, it’s your turn.” Namjoon forces out, still trying to sound confident which is a little hard to do when Taehyung leans in much closer and presses a kiss to his sternum, leaving a trail just next to his nipple where he has a mole. Then he bites, hard.

Namjoon’s knees buckle, letting out soft whimpers as he keeps biting more and more across his chest, hands moving around and down his back until he reaches his ass. The way he grabs the flesh is definitely possessive and Namjoon’s omega is desperate for more. Of course, just as he’s about to ask for more, Taehyung pulls away.

He’s lucky that Namjoon likes being teased; at least up until a certain point.

“On the bed.” Taehyung’s voice is strained again, this time it’s like he can’t breathe. “Please.”

Namjoon does.

Sure, he wants to protest that Taehyung still has his pants on, but he doesn’t and instead just slides past Taehyung to get onto the bed. The stream has completely gone out of his mind at this point since he’s much more focused on Taehyung and what he’s going to do. What he does is push Namjoon onto his back and captures his lips in a very messy kiss. He doesn’t kiss him for long enough, though, quickly making his way down his neck and paying extra attention to his scent gland.

His teeth graze it and Namjoon tenses, preparing to be bitten and it’s what makes him realize that if Taehyung did want to bite him there, to leave his mating bite, Namjoon would let him without a second thought.

He doesn’t though.

Namjoon can’t exactly be disappointed about it since Taehyung is switching between kisses and bites as he goes further and further down his body, his hands touching wherever his mouth isn’t. It’s so overwhelming that Namjoon isn’t sure what to focus on, so instead he just lays there and lets Taehyung do what he wants, moaning and gasping whenever he touches somewhere he’s extra sensitive or bites so hard he almost draws blood.

It starts to get a little ticklish when he reaches his stomach, but more of a ticklish that sends a shiver down his spine instead of making him want to giggle. He squirms under his lips, finding it hotter than he should when Taehyung looks up at him while pressing more kisses to his stomach.

Then, while keeping his eyes on Namjoon, he moves lower past the frilly waistband of his underwear and presses his tongue to the wet fabric, right where his clit is.

Namjoon jolts, hands reaching for Taehyung’s hair as he does it again and makes him even more wet. “T-Taehyung,” he chokes out, not sure if he wants to spread his legs more or to squeeze them together. He ends up squeezing them together when Taehyung does it once more, practically trapping him where he is and Taehyung lets out the happiest sounding groan that Namjoon has ever heard from an alpha.

“Can I take these off?” Taehyung questions with a desperate look in his eyes. “I want to taste you better— please, let me.”

“B-but I haven’t— um—”

Namjoon doesn’t need to continue because Taehyung already knows; Namjoon has never had someone go down on him before, and he knows this because Namjoon once did a Q&A video. Said that previous alphas always complained it was too messy, even though they were the same ones who claimed to like it messy.

Yet, here’s Taehyung. So goddamn desperate to taste him, to go down on him, and he looks so wild because of it.

“I don’t have to.”

Namjoon swoons at how considerate Taehyung is, willing to give up his own desires to make Namjoon comfortable. It’s a basic thing, but Namjoon clings to it because he hasn’t had it before. “N-no, you can."

Taehyung lights up, leaning up to give Namjoon a quick kiss before he pulls away so he can simply watch as he removes Namjoon’s underwear. His dick, that’s so painfully hard, twitches against the fabric of his pants as he sees just how wet the fabric really is, sliding them down Namjoon’s legs and moving out of the way so he can remove them completely.

“…I’m gonna keep these.”

“M-my…underwear?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung nods like it’s a normal thing while he reaches over to get the lube from the desk, catching a glimpse of the comments and a few donations, glad that he can help Namjoon bring in more money. “Just imagine it; me, using your underwear to get off.”

Namjoon does imagine it.

How Taehyung loves his scent so much that he wants to keep his underwear and use them to get off. He wonders if he would bury his face in them or if he would place them over his dick and jerk off, making them almost as messy as Namjoon had. Would he start a collection for him? The idea of an alpha being that obsessed with him makes his heart skip a beat.

The fact that it’s Taehyung makes it even better.

The feeling of fingers sliding along his folds pulls him from his thoughts and he realizes he was lost for a while since he didn’t even notice Taehyung had finished lubing up his fingers, not that he really needed to use it since Namjoon was wet enough already. Taehyung kisses him again at the same time he slowly presses a finger into him, and he keeps kissing him as he adds a second finger shortly after.

His pace is steady and while it’s not a pace that Namjoon would do for himself, he actually likes it when Taehyung’s doing it. It’s slow but not too slow that it’s teasing, pressing them in deeper each time and muttering praises into every kiss, which Namjoon just eats up because he loves being praised.

He loves Taehyung’s kisses too.

But this time when Taehyung stops kissing him, he doesn’t try to follow after him because he knows what he’s doing. He’s maybe a little too eager when Taehyung starts to kiss his way down his body again, spreading his legs further apart and ignoring the chuckle he feels against his skin.

“I…I like your hands.” Namjoon suddenly says between a moan as Taehyung curls his fingers perfectly. “F-fuck, I love them.”

“Do you now?”

“Y-yeah, thought about them when I touched myself. How it would feel to have them on my body, around my neck— to h-have your fingers in me.”

“That second one is interesting.” Taehyung grins, moving lower and lower. “You want me to choke you, Namjoon?”

Namjoon doesn’t answer, mostly because Taehyung is inching closer to his pussy and his breathing starts to pick up, a little nervous. What if he actually doesn’t like it? He’s thought about it, yes, but he never really considered the fact that he wouldn’t like it. He doesn’t want to potentially hurt Taehyung if it’s something he doesn’t enjoy.

“Oh.” Namjoon moans as Taehyung’s lips finally press against his clit and it sends a wave of pleasure down his spine. All thoughts about not enjoying it immediately leave his mind. Hell, he even bucks his hips up a little, and Taehyung gives him more by licking him at the exact same time he tries to slide his fingers in a little deeper. “Yes, T-Taehyung.”

His vocalizations seem to encourage Taehyung because he growls in return, the vibrations only giving Namjoon more pleasure. He keeps fucking him with his fingers, slightly harder now, spreading them apart as he presses his tongue flat against the omega’s hole.

Namjoon’s moans only get louder and louder, which Taehyung loves. He also loves the fact that Namjoon’s so wet that as he fucks him with his fingers and tongue, that the noises are just as loud and certainly lewd. Taehyung slides a hand down to squeeze at his dick again because he refuses to touch himself any more than that, much more focused on making Namjoon feel good.

On making his omega feel good.

“God— yes—” Namjoon grabs at Taehyung’s hair, pulling every time a wave of pleasure courses through his body. He keeps rocking up against the other’s mouth and Taehyung just lets him; he lets Namjoon use him for his own pleasure. He uses his other hand to put Namjoon’s leg over his shoulder and Namjoon catches on quickly, doing the same with his other leg and letting out the most sinful fucking moan ever because with the new position, Taehyung is able to get his fingers and tongue deeper.

He’s glad no one else ever went down on him before now because they wouldn’t be able to compare to Taehyung.

A third finger slides in alongside the other two and Namjoon’s toes curl because he’s never felt pleasure like this, not even on his own. There’s a familiar heat building up inside of him and later he’ll care that it’s a little quick, but right now he doesn’t care about anything other than Taehyung’s tongue moving inside of him.

“T-Taehyung, please— it— I’m—” Namjoon is too lost in the pleasure that he can’t get a full coherent sentence out, no matter how hard he tries, and he does try because he wants Taehyung to know just how good he’s making him feel. As if his endless moans and whimpers weren’t enough for him.

He feels like he’s on fire, both inside and out.

The sheets are sticking to him because of how much he’s sweating already, gripping Taehyung’s hair so tight at this point and it’s mostly because he wants to keep right where he is; between his legs like he belongs there, sucking and licking at his clit now as he fucks him with his fingers. Harder and faster, keeping them curled at the perfect angle for every time Namjoon jerks his hips up against him.

Everything is so goddamn perfect and Namjoon can feel it building up more and more, that intense heat pooling in his gut until he finally comes with a loud moan of Taehyung’s name as he makes a mess.

Because for the first time ever in his life, when Namjoon’s orgasm racks through his body, he squirts.

He squirts hard, making a mess of the sheets and mostly Taehyung, but the alpha just accepts it. He stays where he is and lets Namjoon use him to ride out his orgasm, despite the fact that his face is, well, dripping. Namjoon even has the audacity to start apologizing, and of course Taehyung is quick to stop when he practically pounces on him and kisses him.

Namjoon can taste himself (it wouldn’t be the first time) but he can’t even catch his breath with how hungrily Taehyung is kissing him, slowly pulling his fingers out of him and then frantically touching every inch of him. “You’re seriously driving me crazy.” He says between kisses. “I want you so bad, want to breed you. Fill you up so you get pregnant and have my pups.”

While that makes his omega proud, Namjoon knows it’s just one of Taehyung’s kinks… Although, the way he says it makes it seem like he’s being serious.

“D-do— ah, wait—” Namjoon whimpers, sensitive as Taehyung rubs his inner thigh. Taehyung looks at him and there’s something other than lust in his eyes that makes Namjoon look away because it’s too much. “I was going to ask if you wanted me to,” he pauses, licking his lips. “R-return the favor?”

Taehyung laughs, and it makes Namjoon frown a little — something that Taehyung kisses away immediately. “While I have thought about it a lot and would love for you to do it any other time, I don’t think I would be able to last long enough to fuck you if you did.”

He’s honest, Namjoon appreciates that.

“Unless you want to have sex another time—”

“No!” It comes out far too quick and Taehyung laughs again, leaning in to Namjoon’s neck, back at his scent gland. Namjoon considers telling him to just bite down already. “I want it now."

“You just want my knot, don’t you?”

The fact that Namjoon doesn’t deny it pleases Taehyung immensely.

Taehyung moves away from Namjoon completely, standing off the bed so he can remove his sweats and it’s then that Namjoon realizes why he could so clearly see Taehyung’s cock. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was so eager for the whole thing that he decided to say fuck it and not put any on.

Which only makes Namjoon want him more.

So, even though Taehyung said he wouldn’t be able to last, Namjoon still scoots close enough to the edge of the bed so he can wrap his fingers around Taehyung’s cock and thumb at his head, watching as pre-cum beads afterwards. He looks up at him, leaning into his touch when Taehyung brushes his hair away from his face. “Let me taste you.” He pleads, and when Taehyung opens his mouth, he quickly continues. “Please, alpha? Just for a little bit.”

“Shit, call me alpha and I’ll let you do anything you want. But do you think you can handle it?”

Namjoon scoffs. “Yes, I can handle it.”

He can’t.

Don’t get him wrong, he tries his absolute best.

He starts by taking his time, kissing and licking along the length of Taehyung’s dick and spending extra time at his balls before moving back up. He wraps his lips around the head, moaning at the taste of Taehyung’s pre-cum but he’s only able to take just a little more into his mouth because Taehyung is big. He knew he was big, he’s seen his videos, yet he always thought he would be able to handle it.

There’s comments teasing him for not being able to fit Taehyung’s dick in his mouth which neither of them notice because they’re just focusing on each other at this point.

Taehyung doesn’t care, though. He doesn’t care that Namjoon can’t take all of him because it’s still something and it still feels good, he lets Namjoon know that in the way he praises him.

“Fuck yeah,” he moans low in his throat, hand resting on Namjoon’s head, petting him. “Yeah, such a good boy. L-look at you, doing your best— can you take a little more?”

Namjoon looks up at him and it’s clear in his eyes that he really wants to try, so Taehyung eases more into his mouth, maybe enjoying it a little too more when Namjoon sputters around him. He rolls his hips a few more times before he begrudgingly pulls Namjoon off because he doesn’t want to push him too far.

Even if Namjoon does pout at him with red, swollen lips afterwards.

“We’ll try again next time, okay? I just…really need you right now, Namjoon.”

“…that better be a promise.”

“It is.”

They kind of have a stare-off and once Namjoon is satisfied, he reaches over for the lube because while he might not be able to fit Taehyung in his mouth, he can at least prepare him. He pours it into his hand and warms it up a little before he slicks up Taehyung’s dick, watching the way his eyes flutter as he strokes him to make sure he’s fully covered.

Maybe he gets a little carried away since eventually Taehyung needs to gently slap his hands away, and Namjoon doesn’t even try to act innocent. He simply gives him another smile, then moves back onto the bed, getting onto his hands and knees; a position they decided on when they met.

The bed dips as Taehyung gets behind and all of a sudden Namjoon feels nervous, feels his worries coming back of Taehyung possibly doing a ‘fuck and dump’ with him like alphas before him. Even though the other has said multiple times that there is going to be a next time, it’s still hard to squash those worries.

“Ready?” Taehyung’s voice cuts through his thoughts and he places his hand on his hip, rubbing circles into his skin as if he knows that he’s worrying.

“Y-yeah, I’m ready.”

Taehyung stops rubbing circles on his hip so he can grab it instead, using his other hand to guide himself into Namjoon and as he finally enters him, they both moan loudly. Namjoon buries his face into the mattress, trying to keep his breathing steady while Taehyung slowly, and carefully, presses into him more and more until he bottoms out. Then he’s still, letting Namjoon adjust.

He struggles a little to hold himself back but while he would love nothing more than to fuck Namjoon to his hearts content, it’s more important to him that Namjoon is comfortable before he does anything.

Which Namjoon really appreciates because Taehyung is as big as one of the toys he keeps on his shelf. His breathing is shaky now, catching in his throat when Taehyung moves a little so he can kiss the back of his neck, so gentle that it gives him butterflies.

“You have another mole on the back of your neck.” Taehyung points out, distracting him as he kisses it again. “I wonder how many more you have.”

“Maybe…one day, you can find the rest.”

“You’ll let me?” The way Taehyung asks the question makes it seem like it’s the most intimate thing in the world, and Namjoon smiles a little, trying to hide it by burying his face more. They don’t say anything else as Taehyung goes back to kissing more of Namjoon’s neck, but after a while he starts to nuzzle into it and it takes his sex-hazed brain at least five minutes to realize what he’s doing.

He’s scenting him.

Not just for the sake of scenting him either. He’s doing it to relax him, to help him calm down a little because he has a hand on his chest and he can feel how fast his heart is beating. It means he also feels when it starts to slow because of his actions.

Little does Namjoon know that Taehyung is doing it for his own sake too.

After a few more minutes, Namjoon speaks again. “Y-you can move now.”

Taehyung whispers an ‘okay’ against his skin, keeping his lips there as he pulls out slightly and then presses back in. He keeps it slow as he does that a few more times, feeling Namjoon tighten around him every time he does it and it takes everything in him to not come right then. He moves away from his neck so he can instead watch as his cock disappears into Namjoon with every thrust, cursing under his breath.

Meanwhile, Namjoon has turned his head just the slightest so he can watch Taehyung in his screen. He watches his eyes fall shut, his lips part as he moans, his eyebrows knitting together just like earlier but this time from pleasure. He watches him until a slightly harder thrust has him gasping, his own eyes closing.

It’s then he can focus on how thick Taehyung’s cock feels inside of him, filling him up in every way he’s ever wanted in his life. Taehyung’s grip is tight on his hips, but it’s not tight enough as Namjoon presses back against him to try and get even more.

“A-aren’t you a whore.” Taehyung growls, fingers digging into his hips now in a way that will most certainly leave bruises. “Trying to get more, e-even though I’m filling you up already— fuck, you’re just sucking me in.”

Namjoon just nods in agreement. Yes, he’s a whore. Yes, he’s trying to get more. He wants as much as Taehyung can give him and he wants him to know that. Every time Taehyung thrusts into him, it makes him breathless and dizzy, but he loves it so much that he’ll happily let Taehyung fuck him as much as he wants, when he wants.

“Getting my dick all wet.” It’s mostly said to himself as he watches his dick get wetter each time he pulls out. “You’ll o-only ever get this wet for me, won’t you? No one else can get you like this.”

“N-no one else,” Namjoon forces out, squeezing around Taehyung because of his words. He doesn’t want anyone else, he just wants Taehyung. Only Taehyung from now on. He wants everything Taehyung will give him, wants him to fill him up, wants to feel his knot stretching him. He bites down onto his own hand to muffle his moans, knowing that if he doesn’t, he’s going to be loud.

And he doesn’t want to be because he wants to hear Taehyung instead.

Except, after a few minutes, everything is gone.

Taehyung’s hands are no longer on him, he isn’t making any noise and the most important, his dick is no longer inside of him. He’s just about to ask him what’s wrong when Taehyung gives his ass a slap, and not a gentle one either.

"Turn-- turn around.”

“W-what?”

“Turn around,” he repeats, a little more desperate. “I want to— no, I need to see your face when I fuck you.”

Namjoon is never letting Taehyung go after this. He couldn’t last even five minutes without looking at his face.

He does as he’s told and turns so he’s on his back, realizing that he’s now spread out and on complete display for Taehyung and he’s not embarrassed like he might have been before. Maybe it’s because Taehyung is admiring him or maybe it’s because he trusts him fully, but he’s just not embarrassed. He has no reason to be.

Taehyung gives him his sweet smile and gets between his legs to press into him once more. He’s still slow, but not as slow as before and it certainly doesn’t take long for him to find the perfect pace for them both. He guides Namjoon’s arms to wrap around him as he pushes in deeper, and Namjoon is happy to let him do it, even leaning up to kiss him.

It’s different now that he’s on his back, it feels more…intimate. From the way Taehyung is fucking him to the way he’s kissing him. The hunger is still there, but he’s taking it slow, tender. Even his touch is gentle as he slides his hands down his side, then back up and into Namjoon’s hair.

Never in his entire adult life has Namjoon been fucked so good.

His words won’t come out even though he wants to tell Taehyung he’s making him feel amazing, that he’s so big, so thick, but all he can get out are moans and gasps because it’s like every time he presses into him again, Taehyung just gets harder and harder. Deeper. His head is spinning, mind hazy from everything about Taehyung; his tenderness, his lips, his hands, his cock, his words.

“Y-you’ll be able to take my knot so easily.” Taehyung’s voice is low and Namjoon really likes it. He also likes the way Taehyung pulls away just to hold his legs open and watch as he fucks him again, the way he slides in and out of him with ease, the way Namjoon’s hole stretches around him.

Again, Namjoon wants to say something — anything, he doesn’t care what at this point, but still, no words are coming out. Just desperate noises between his heavy panting. So he does the next best thing, pulling Taehyung in for another kiss.

“F-fuck, such a good boy.” Taehyung growls, making Namjoon choke on his own moan. “Can’t wait to knot you, f-fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum— yeah, you want that?”

Namjoon nods as best as he can while kissing Taehyung, whining against his lips and digging his nails into his back. He starts to fuck him faster, enough that it can give them both more pleasure and it only takes a few more thrusts after that for him to find the perfect angle that practically has Namjoon seeing stars.

“O-oh god!” He gasps, desperately trying to grab at Taehyung’s back but instead just sort of…clawing it up. “Taehyung, yes, d-don’t stop.”

Taehyung doesn’t. Of course he doesn't.

He keeps his current pace, still fucking into him hard, enjoying every loud moan that leaves Namjoon’s lips. He even stops kissing him so he can hear him better, so he can hear the wet sounds of Namjoon's pussy with each thrust, moving down to his neck and making a beeline for his scent gland. This time, Namjoon decides to speak up. Or rather, he tries his best.

“Y-you can— god.” He tilts his head back to give Taehyung more room, eyes rolling back because he feels like he’s getting attacked from every single angle and he loves it. “Bite me, T-Taehyung, please, bite me already. I want it s-so bad, I know you do too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! W-want your knot, your pups, your bite. Wanna be yours, alpha.”

Taehyung gives his neck a few more kisses before he clamps down with the most feral growl Namjoon has ever heard. He comes the exact moment Taehyung’s teeth sink into his skin, his hands moving further down to grab the alpha’s ass so he can make sure he stays buried deep inside of him.

That, plus the way he tightens around him is what sends Taehyung over the edge, his knot inflating inside of him. Not to mention he was already so pent up before he started fucking Namjoon. He comes deep inside of Namjoon, biting down even harder as he gives a few more thrusts while Namjoon milks him of everything, his grip so tight on his thighs that he’s going to end up with bruises there too.

After a few minutes, Taehyung lets go of Namjoon’s neck and pulls back enough to look at him. Namjoon looks absolutely fucked out, which is fine, but Taehyung notices that he’s also not fully there so he’s gentle with him as he wipes some sweat away from his forehead and runs his fingers through his hair, carefully bringing him back.

It takes a couple of minutes, but he notices when Namjoon is back because he leans into him and holds onto him tighter. Taehyung takes that chance to carefully lean over the best he can while locked into position and ends Namjoon’s stream because they don’t need to see more than that. As for his video, he can always cut it out.

“That was intense for you, huh?”

“Y-yeah, I… Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for. I just wish I could reach over to get you some water.”

Taehyung shifts a little, reminding Namjoon that they’re locked together thanks to his knot and it pleases something deep inside of Namjoon. Not just the fact that they're stuck like this for now, but the bite on his neck too and he brings his hand up to touch it gently except it doesn’t hurt on his scent gland. It hurts next to it, so he looks at Taehyung.

He offers him a smile. “I didn’t want to do something you might regret later because we were lost in the moment.”

“Oh… S-smart.” Namjoon nods, trying to hide his disappointment while his omega wails in defeat. He clears his throat, now wishing he could also reach the water. “How long do you think we’ll be like this?”

“About thirty minutes. You can close your eyes if you want though.”

Namjoon doesn’t try to argue about it since his eyes are starting to feel heavy. He rests his head against Taehyung’s shoulder and closes his eyes, his worries of Taehyung being like other alphas coming back now that it’s quiet aside from their breathing. He could have just bitten him. Even if they were caught up in the moment, Namjoon knew he wanted it before then because it felt like they were just meant to be together.

Namjoon isn't the only one suffering because Taehyung’s alpha is screaming at him for not making Namjoon his mate right then and there. He wanted it too but he truly felt like Namjoon was just asking for it because of the pleasure.

He hopes he’ll get another chance.

For now, though, he’ll just take what he can get; holding Namjoon close and pressing kisses into his hair while they wait for his knot to deflate.