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Yoongi is a little nervous, although this is hardly his first tattoo. He had already braved a small, crooked music note on his shoulder during his senior year at a random classmate’s house party once, as well as the more skilled, colorful lotus he decided to pay a professional for to cover it up years later. There’s a large goldfish on Yoongi’s forearm too, and even the moon and stars on his ankle. So, he really isn’t a stranger to tattoos.
Although, as Taehyung looks at his right hip with narrowed eyes and a pensive expression adorning his features, Yoongi feels the nerves settle in like it’s his first time all over again.
“I know what you’re going for, hyung,” Taehyung notes, sitting in his chair with the pen he had just used to freehand lines onto Yoongi’s skin twirling in his fingers. “I don’t think I’d be best for it, though.”
Yoongi deflates a little, but tries his best not to show it. Taehyung had been the only professional tattoo artist to work on his skin, and one of the few omega artists around. Other than the random friend in high school with the backyard music note and jittery tattoo gun, no one else had ever tattooed him, so the words are a bit hard to swallow.
“Is it too silly, or—”
Taehyung scoffs, patting Yoongi’s arm affectionately from where it’s still held up and away from the basic sketch Taehyung had tried on his right hip. “Nothing is ever silly when it comes to art you want on your body. Aside from the janky crab Namjoon-hyung let Jimin drunkenly tattoo on his bicep with ‘show me your mussels’ under it.”
Yoongi hums. “Joonie likes it though. The crab is cute.”
“It’s also not a mussel.”
But Yoongi lowers his arm with a sigh. Taehyung is the only one he really trusts to give good art and service—asking someone to tattoo something on you for the rest of your life isn’t easy, but Taehyung’s work has always been classy enough to be acceptable for Yoongi’s career, but artistic and beautiful enough to be acceptable for Yoongi’s tastes.
“Thanks for checking it out, though.” Yoongi grabs his button up from where he’d folded it on one of the nearby chairs, slipping his arms through the sleeves. “No worries.”
“Ah, this hyung looks so glum!” Taehyung reaches forward from his seat and lightly pinches Yoongi’s arm through the fabric, a large, familiar smile on his face. “No, I mean I can do it, of course. But I actually think there might be someone who’d fit this style better. He works better with thinner lines than I do. If you were any other client, I’d do it anyway, but you’re a friend. I want you to have something really kickass.”
Yoongi chews on the inside of his cheek, debating on the words. “Someone you know?”
“I’d never recommend anyone else. I know you’ve only ever had me ink you. It’s a big deal.”
Yoongi feels a bit embarrassed at that, but Taehyung just laughs, warm and friendly. “It’s hard to just trust anyone who won’t immediately post that I’m here on social media, especially since you’re one of the only omega artists I know—”
“He’s cool, he’s cool, I promise. He’s one of my best friends and is coincidentally on the other side of this wall.” Taehyung knocks the wall behind him, long fingers curled into a fist. “He’s one of the other artists here. Trust me, he’ll do a good job.”
There’s a part of Yoongi that wants to decline, especially since he’s never even seen the guy’s work. But Taehyung looks like he’s being absolutely genuine, and after years of getting tattoos from him and the handful of nights where they’d go get drinks when their schedules aligned, Yoongi also doesn’t want to disrespect his professional opinion or disregard the friendly advice. Taehyung said he’d be able to do it, but he suggested someone who might be able to do a better job, and that’s something Yoongi feels like he shouldn’t take lightly.
“Okay,” Yoongi says, licking his dry lips. “I’ll, uh, I’ll meet with him the next time he has an appointment for a consultation open.”
“Wait, let me see if he’s available now. He might be on standby for walk-ins today.”
Taehyung promptly unlocks the door and exits the room with it softly clicking behind him. There are a few minutes where Yoongi stands there by himself awkwardly as he tries to listen for Taehyung’s footsteps nearing the door, but it isn’t too long before the artist returns, this time, as he guides someone else inside with him.
Yoongi tries to steel his expression because the first thing he notices is the distinct alpha scent that comes from the new person, and a part of him wants to recoil. Based on the tattooed arms that fold over his chest, this guy must be the artist Taehyung was recommending, and Yoongi feels a bit of regret settling in for not having declined sooner.
“This is Jeongguk,” Taehyung introduces, patting the alpha on the back with a happy grin. “One of my best friends and one of the best artists here. Trust me, you won’t regret checking out his stuff. He doesn’t have any appointments for the rest of the day, so if I take the walk-ins, he can take you in for a session if that’s what you’re interested in, hyung.”
Jeongguk looks at Yoongi with a mild expression, nothing too domineering, but he doesn’t look quite timid either. Yoongi feels his heart lurch when the alpha looks at him with a professional smile, and Yoongi knows that this is his career, that he’s probably going to be a great artist and would do a wonderful job. But his fingers are still wringing in front of him anyway, the nerves not quite disappearing like he wants.
“You’re looking for something clean and with thin lines, right?” Jeongguk starts off, the silver lip ring glinting a little when he smiles. “Tae had sketched something on you, right? Lemme see.”
Yoongi startles a bit, although it really should be okay. His eyes flicker to Taehyung’s anyway, but Taehyung just looks at him with a warm gaze. It’s encouraging enough that it has Yoongi pressing his lips into a thin line and pushing down the waistband of his black denim jeans, just enough to show the ballpoint pen ink on his hip.
Jeongguk makes an appreciative noise at the rough sketch. While Yoongi knows it’s not directed at him, his cheeks still color a bit like it is anyway. He feels a bit silly for it, so he does his best to push the feeling down.
“Okay, I see, I see. It shouldn’t take too long,” Jeongguk says, gaze flickering back and forth from Yoongi’s exposed skin to his eyes. “The entire thing is just clean, crisp lines so I can definitely fit you in today.”
Before Yoongi can even ask for some type of portfolio, Taehyung is shoving his phone into Yoongi’s peripherals, the screen bright and too close to his face. When Yoongi scoots back with squinting eyes, he can see Jeongguk’s Instagram page pulled up and littered with all kinds of his work. Paintings, illustrations, tattoos—everything.
All of Jeongguk’s work is stunning. He does a lot of dark black and white pieces it seems, which is perfect for what Yoongi wants, but there’s another part of his page that features softer, more delicate works, and that’s perfect too. Taehyung was right—Jeongguk probably would be a better fit stylistically.
“Ah,” Yoongi hums, eyes trained on the screen with more interest than he’d care to admit out loud. “I think you’re a great artist, Jeongguk-ssi. I’m definitely interested if you’re available.”
The alpha looks at Yoongi with another expression that he doesn’t quite know how to read, but Jeongguk’s smile just deepens once he hears the agreement. Taehyung pats his friend on the back triumphantly, eyes lit up in delight when Jeongguk looks at him with a quirked eyebrow.
“Treat my hyung well! He’s famous, you know. Gotta make sure it comes out good so he won’t have to cover it up.”
Jeongguk looks at Yoongi, just as confused as to be expected, the two of them having just met mere minutes ago. Yoongi waves Taehyung off with a huff.
“Ignore him.”
———— ♡ ————
Jeongguk’s own room is different from Taehyung’s. It’s admittedly a bit smaller, but a couple of the walls are colored a beautiful midnight blue, so dark it almost looks like it’s nighttime inside, which Yoongi likes better. A lot of the space in there, including the walls, the cabinets, the drawers, are all covered in artwork. Frames line the walls with various illustrations of animals and skulls and sceneries, while a lot of the other surfaces have different artworks taped to them. Yoongi has no idea if they’re all Jeongguk’s or if he bought them (or even a mix of both), but the alpha doesn’t give him much time to question it. He’s already pulling out a pen and dropping onto his stool.
“Is it okay if you come closer so I can fix the sketch hyung did?”
Yoongi follows the instructions while pushing the waistband of his jeans lower again, giving Jeongguk the access he needs to see Taehyung’s drawing. Jeongguk looks at it, contemplating, eyes narrowed a bit while he chews on his cheek, and it’s almost too endearing to bear. Up close like this, Jeongguk’s scent is much more prominent and it makes Yoongi’s stomach swoop just a little. The thick, sandy smell is warm and intriguing, and it almost has Yoongi self conscious about his own.
Jeongguk’s hands fall on him though, and Yoongi fights the urge to jump at the sensation. It’s professional and polite, but this makes him nervous for some reason, melting just a bit under the alpha’s touch. One hand rests on Yoongi’s left hip to keep him steady, while the other has a ballpoint pen in it, hovering close over the pale skin he has access to. Jeongguk’s eyes flicker upward, long lashes fluttering when Yoongi catches his gaze, but then it’s gone again, the alpha looking back at the task at hand.
“I’m going to add some more lines and fix some things, okay? You can take a peek at it when I’m done and let me know if it works.”
He has Yoongi stand up for it so he can “see where the lines would fall naturally”, but the soft glide of the pen on Yoongi’s skin is a bit ticklish. He tries his best not to squirm and steels himself again, also somewhat eager to see what the alpha adds onto what Taehyung’s already started. It’s a bit awkward in the room, the only sound filling the space coming from Jeongguk’s turned town playlist, some soft lo-fi which doesn’t really fit him.
“What’s so funny?”
Yoongi blinks down at Jeongguk’s amused expression, brown eyes looking up at him with interest. “Sorry?”
“You laughed. Sorry—I know it can be a bit ticklish.”
Color immediately floods Yoongi’s cheeks. “It’s your playlist. It, uh, doesn’t fit you.”
At this, Jeongguk laughs, and it’s such a lovely thing. “Taehyung told me that you were nervous, so I tried to pick something calming. I guess it worked in a different way if it was funny.”
Yoongi huffs, but he can’t deny that there is a grin on his face too, one that matches the alpha’s easily. It’s a bit silly for him to feel himself loosening up so quickly, but Jeongguk doesn’t feel the least bit threatening, and does genuinely seem to want to make the process easy for the both of them.
“This is gonna be pretty,” Jeongguk comments, chewing on the edge of his pen cap while he scoots back to take a look at the overall design. “You really enjoy music, I’m guessing?”
Yoongi looks in the full-body mirror Jeongguk gestures towards, and right on his right hip sits a thin music note with sketch lines skirting outwards. It looks a bit chaotic at first, but the finalized lines are so clean that it also looks— well, like Jeongguk said, pretty.
Yoongi looks at it with awe, and it’s something a bit more delicate than he prefers, but this piece looks perfect. He can see the basic shape of where Taehyung had started the framework, the treble clef positioned carefully on Yoongi’s skin. But then he can see the new additions Jeongguk included, like the arrows and dots that remind Yoongi of a compass, each arrow intersecting the overall note to look like one.
It’s everything he wanted and more.
“This is stunning,” Yoongi compliments, turning slightly to see how it looks at different angles in the mirror. “Seriously. Better than I imagined.”
“If you’re good with it,” Jeongguk says, smiling, “then let’s get started.”
———— ♡ ————
Yoongi has a problem.
Jeongguk’s proximity was unfamiliar at first—understandably so. Yoongi admittedly loosened up over his time, dropping his guard just a little bit, and that, for whatever reason, seems to have been his downfall.
Because now that Jeongguk has the tattoo gun in his gloved hand, the other one resting on top of Yoongi’s hip to hold the skin taut, Yoongi’s stupid heart won’t slow down. He isn’t sure if it’s because he doesn’t spend a lot of time with alphas nowadays, especially outside of work, but it’s glaringly noticeable. He grips onto the edge of the chair he lays that has been folded back to act as something more of a table so he can lay on it completely.
And it’s only fucking noticeable because Yoongi feels the way his stomach swoops at the way he can smell the change in his scent, and it’s as much of an indication as any that he’s about to find himself in a horrible, awkward situation.
It’s so stupid—Yoongi should call the whole thing off and slip out, apologizing profusely and promising to never show his face again, even if it meant a barely started tattoo lingering on his skin for the rest of his life.
But he doesn’t.
Because Yoongi doesn’t want to leave. He kind of enjoys the warmth from Jeongguk’s hand on his skin, even if it’s through the black latex gloves, and the way the alpha grips his hip tighter when the pain becomes a bit much and Jeongguk has to hold him to keep the lines clean.
The repetitive lo-fi music is still playing, which almost drives Yoongi crazy, because it isn’t as calming as it was in the beginning.
“So Taehyung said that you’re a pretty private person. That's why you came here to him, because you’ve known him for a while.”
God, even his voice sounds strong and smooth, and Yoongi clenches his eyes shut, pretending it’s from the pain. “He did a coverup for me when I graduated high school and became a friend over time. I work as a model now, so I like to keep the circle of people I interact with small.”
Jeongguk perks up at this, humming as he processes the words. “A model?”
“Fashion mostly—sometimes advertisements if the pay is worth it. But with the tattoos, I try to avoid big, colorful pieces because they can be harder to cover up during shoots. So, this one is perfect.”
“Taehyung is friends with a model and never told me.”
Yoongi, despite himself, smiles around a scoff. “To be fair, I asked him not to be too vocal about it, although I do show up on his Instagram page more often than you think.”
Jeongguk squawks a little, and it has Yoongi smiling, amused. “Can’t believe I never knew. I’ll have to check it out later.”
Jeongguk’s hands move up Yoongi’s waist, the latex rough against Yoongi’s skin, and he hates the feeling because he just wants to bask in the warmth that comes from underneath it instead, to feel those hands grip his hips harder. It’s embarrassing when he realizes he just wants wants wants.
He really needs to tone it down before Jeongguk notices and Yoongi will have to run away and never show his face to him or Taehyung again.
“Sorry, are you uncomfortable?” The alpha asks, voice concerned but still so smooth. “You’re moving a lot. Want to readjust yourself?”
Yoongi’s more embarrassed than ever, but to cover himself, he agrees and fakes the need to reposition. He does it for show, scooting a bit further down on the table, his back flat against it as he stares up at the fluorescent lights, and nods when he’s ready. But Jeongguk doesn’t return to his field of vision right away, and Yoongi gives the artist a moment in case he’s grabbing something, but a few more moments pass with nothing happening.
When Yoongi turns his head, he can see the alpha looking at him with slightly wide eyes and a flush starting to crawl up his neck. It’s easy to piece the puzzle together: Yoongi’s squirming body on the table, his thickening scent in the air, Jeongguk’s surprised expression. The alpha knows what’s happening, and Yoongi wants the ground to swallow him whole.
“Jeongguk-ssi, I’m sorry—”
“Are you—?”
“Sort of? I mean yes, but—”
The alpha’s eyes darken when Yoongi unconsciously squeezes his thighs together, and it feels like a mistake. Yoongi should’ve left earlier like he knew he should’ve back then, but Jeongguk’s hands clench in his lap, and it feels like Yoongi’s heart is about to tear apart with embarrassment and guilt and fear.
“I think it’s your smell,” Yoongi admits sheepishly. “You smell really fuckin’ good, I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you that. Fuck, I’m sure they have, but…” He clenches his eyes shut, tears wanting to prickle at the lashes. “I was hoping it would go away. Just gimme a sec and I’ll get out of your hair.”
The silence that follows is awful for his nerves. Jeongguk doesn’t really react much, the only sounds in the room being that forsaken lo-fi music and Yoongi’s unsteady breathing. He’s not sure how he’ll ever really get to live this down, and that’s a heavy thought he holds onto for a while.
But then he hears the gun clatter against the steel tray on the rolling cart, and when he dares a peek, Jeongguk looks directly at him, eyes dark and focused.
“Was it from the pain or?”
Yoongi swallows, feeling pinned all of a sudden. It’s a stupid line to cross, and it’s one he normally would never dare to, but Jeongguk looks at him so directly, so firmly, that Yoongi finds himself answering anyway.
“Your hands. They’re gentle for the most part, but you holding me down was—yeah—fuck, I’m sorry—I really shouldn’t be talking about this. I’m a model, I’ve been in some situations that are worse and I never reacted to, I’m so sorry—”
Yoongi sits up to flee, but Jeongguk holds him back down with a firm look, like he’s about ready to scold him. And that— doesn’t help.
“Jeongguk-ssi,” Yoongi murmurs lowly, blinking slowly at the alpha. “You don’t need to be polite. Let me have some of my dignity.”
“I want to finish the tattoo,” Jeongguk says quickly, but he doesn’t seem to be kidding. He looks all kinds of serious, and Yoongi feels like his lungs aren’t taking in any air. “We don’t have to worry about it. Come on.”
Jeongguk pats the table again for him to come lay down on again, but Yoongi looks at him in utter disbelief. There’s no way that the artist is serious—this is already mortifying as it is.
Yoongi licks his lips nervously. “You’re for real?”
“We can take a little bit of a break if you want, but we can finish. Don’t worry about it.”
Jeongguk’s cheeks are still dusted pink and he still looks at Yoongi with wide, doe-like eyes, but that makes Yoongi nervous even more. He doesn’t look uncomfortable like he should—Jeongguk looks eager.
Alarm bells should be ringing at this point. Yoongi knows his boundaries and knows when things aren’t what they’re supposed to be, but this almost seems a little too good to be true. He nervously follows the alpha’s lead, preferring to just get this done and over with quickly, and settles himself back onto the table. He’s laying on his back again, staring blankly at the ceiling, embarrassment still swimming around and fogging up his mind.
Jeongguk, for what it’s worth, remains professional. He clears his throat and asks Yoongi a few questions about how to keep him comfortable and still, and Yoongi does his best to answer each one as properly as possible. Jeongguk listens carefully to each one, and while Yoongi refuses to look at him to gauge his expression, he can feel the alpha’s calming presence still doing its best to keep the situation neutral.
The alpha offers headphones, and even though Yoongi pauses at first, he nods and agrees. Jeongguk tosses his gloves away and stands, retrieving the headphones that lay on his work table. They’re a nice brand—Yoongi is thoroughly impressed with the choice. He even recognizes the model of them, something he’s owned over the years himself. He doesn’t comment on it, though, sliding the headphones over his ears as he watches the alpha slip on a new pair of gloves, getting ready to work again.
“I’ll tap you if I need to ask you something, okay?”
Yoongi nods. “Okay.”
Once Yoongi switches the headphones on, they connect wirelessly to Jeongguk’s phone or laptop—whichever is playing this slow-as-all-hell playlist. Now, the smooth and paced beats soothe him a little, the sound of the tattoo gun whirring to life again drowned out with the high volume. It comes as a bit of a relief.
Yoongi tries to lose himself in the low music, the playlist admittedly not too bad, but still something that isn’t calming him down for some reason. He tries to think of what he does at a photoshoot that he’s nervous for—he’ll focus on a rhythm he makes in his head, writing melodies and cadences in his head, imagining the keys that his fingertips will push down to get the notes and songs he wants.
He tries that here, too.
The music that plays in his ears doesn’t help—it’s a contrast to the sweeping, rushed music that he imagines instead, his heart still racing from everything that’s going on. He hurts, too, because even though the tattoo is small, it’s still painful, and in a difficult spot, so it’s hard to concentrate on the smooth lofi that tries to bring him back down.
He feels Jeongguk tap him, and he pulls off the headphones, craning his neck at an odd angle to see what the alpha needs. Jeongguk looks at him with pursed lips, and his cheeks are a little more flushed than when they had started back up again.
“You’re really tense. I need you to loosen up or my lines won’t be straight,” the alpha says with a sympathetic tone. “I want to make sure you leave happy.”
Yoongi blinks at him for a few moments, processing the words. Of course he’s tense—he can feel the slick that had started to form in between his cheeks earlier, and he can hear how loud his own heartbeat is in his ears. It’s not a situation that he would normally be able to feel “loose” in.
“Sorry.” Yoongi licks his lips nervously. “I’m sure you can figure out why it’s hard to sit still. I’ll try my best. Thanks—thanks for being patient with me.”
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, but he puts his tattoo gun back on the cart, the noise loud and stark compared to the calm atmosphere the room seems to generally have. The alpha seems to be considering something for a few moments, not quite saying anything yet, but his eyes are flickering between his gloved hands and Yoongi’s worried gaze.
“So,” he says carefully. “I think… you smell really fucking good, too.”
Yoongi blinks, feeling a little dumb. “Oh. Thanks.”
“And I think, if you’re interested, if you’d let me, I can… help you loosen up after we’re done.”
Yoongi tries his best to understand what the alpha is asking of him. It doesn’t seem like he’s mocking him, nor does it seem like Jeongguk is being rude about it, but Yoongi cannot figure out why Jeongguk is suggesting such a thing.
Nor can he figure out why he already wants to say yes.
“You mean…” Yoongi tries, but the words die out immediately.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, gloved hands falling on each of Yoongi’s thighs. Even through the latex and denim, Yoongi can still feel the warmth. The alpha is gentle about it, careful, but there’s a certain glint to his eye. “Think of it as a reward.”
Reward. Under normal circumstances, Yoongi would laugh, would call the alpha names, berate him for suggesting such a thing. But there’s a pull there, something that tugs in his chest that doesn’t let up. It’s in the way the alpha had been able to make Yoongi warm up to him in mere minutes, it’s in the way that his hands touch Yoongi, and Yoongi just craves the warmth and the attention. It’s even in the way that this would be such a sleazy, scumbag move out of context, under normal circumstances. But the suggestion makes a bit more slick trickle out immediately, and they both seem to notice it at the same time, because Yoongi yelps and squeezes his legs together, and the alpha’s eyes immediately dart towards the movement.
Jeongguk’s eyebrows are pinched a little, and it’s then his hair moves a bit and Yoongi notices the glint of an eyebrow piercing, a small set of silver spheres resting prettily against the skin there. It matches the same silver of Jeongguk’s earrings and lip piercing, and Yoongi just so badly wants to compliment the jewelry, to touch all of it with his own hands.
“A reward,” Yoongi echoes, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. The skin is rubbed raw, but he can’t help it. “Okay.”
Surprise colors Jeongguk’s expression. “Okay?”
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk smiles despite the situation, and it makes Yoongi grin himself, the two of them looking at each other a little dumbly, a little too happy, but Yoongi takes in a deep breath, laying back down as still as he can.
“Let’s get to work, alpha.”
———— ♡ ————
As it turns out, their conversation does help Yoongi relax completely, eager with the prospect of Jeongguk finally touching him in the way he craves. But, it also makes him a little more impatient, excited to get this over with.
There’s a lot of tension in the room now, Jeongguk’s hands a bit firmer on his skin than before, and it’s a stupid thing to have agreed to, but neither of them seem to be backing out of the agreement. Yoongi waits more and more, wondering when the alpha will call it quits, admitting it was a stupid idea, but he doesn’t.
And neither does Yoongi.
This is irresponsible on his end. He’s not a stranger to hooking up with strangers or casual flings, and this isn’t the strangest thing he’s ever done, but with his career choice and reputation, it is a bit of a risk. And normally, Yoongi wouldn’t risk it.
But that pull towards Jeongguk still lingers, a flickering flame that seems to be a constant, no matter how much he tries to will it away. Yoongi hopes that once this is over, that itch goes away, and he can let it rest.
(He may be too embarrassed to see Taehyung again for a while, but that’s a bridge he’ll have to cross when he gets there.)
“I think we’re done,” Jeongguk says, eyes flickering from where he’s wiping Yoongi’s angry skin with a paper towel doused with alcohol to his pinched expression.
The irritation is still there, loud and red, and the alcohol isn’t a friendly reminder, Yoongi flinching a bit with it, but the tattoo is a small one. Even with the sensitive location it’s in, Yoongi’s not too sore. For now. It’ll probably hurt in a few hours.
Jeongguk asks if he wants to peek in the mirror, which, for the few hours of sharp pain he’d just sit through, Yoongi is more than excited to.
He stands back in front of the mirror from before, lifting his shirt back up to see the handiwork.
For a moment, Yoongi forgets the pheromones and the heated excitement, because the tattoo that sits on his hip truly is beautiful. It’s all thinner lines and professional work, all of the lines done with extreme care and detail. Yoongi has no idea how Jeongguk had managed to do it, especially with all of the squirming, but he did. And Yoongi truly is grateful, because this is something he knows he’ll absolutely love for years to come.
“Jeongguk-ssi, this is absolutely gorgeous.”
“It’s good work, I know,” he teases, looking at Yoongi in the mirror. They make eye contact in the reflection of it, and something feels like it sparks for a moment, because Yoongi’s wearing the dumbest smile he’s ever worn before. The alpha seems to appreciate this. “Well, I’m glad you like it. You’ll have to send me a picture of it healed for my portfolio. I like the way it came out.”
Hearing the pride in Jeongguk’s voice makes Yoongi’s heart thump, the confidence in his work bleeding through so easily and vastly. Yoongi needs to get it together.
“It looks good on you,” Jeongguk murmurs after Yoongi takes the time to view it again in the mirror. “Pretty art for such a pretty little omega, hm?”
The heat that floods Yoongi’s cheeks is obvious, the shade a stark contrast to his fair skin. The comment is smooth and easy, like it had just rolled off the tip of the alpha’s tongue, and the confidence he wears seems to grow in size. He smirks a little at the way Yoongi’s left speechless.
The alpha steps closer, his front brushing right against Yoongi’s back, and like this, it seems like his scent is so much strong, so much more vivid in Yoongi’s senses. It’s a welcomed one, Yoongi’s eyes fluttering for a moment as he admires it for a moment, Jeongguk nosing against his ear, pleased.
“You like being called pretty,” Jeongguk says, but it’s the furthest thing from a question. He gently places his hands on Yoongi, one on his shoulder, the other on his hip opposite the tattoo.
Yoongi hums, leaning into the touch. “Amongst other things, sure.”
“Want to tell me what they are?” Jeongguk’s voice is much lower when it’s this quiet, like a shared moment just for the two of them. “Or is it better if I find out along the way?”
The words and touches are so simple, yet Yoongi’s struggling to catch his breath. It shouldn’t affect him so much, they really haven’t done anything yet, but it’s because of the way that he can see the alpha in the mirror, so much taller than him, bigger in presence, and it makes his mouth water.
The vision of Jeongguk all tattooed and pierced, big and prideful, nosing along Yoongi’s jaw sends shivers down his spine, sweet yet rough, and it makes the alpha reward the reaction with a small nip to Yoongi’s jaw. He jolts a little at the sensation, but smiles despite himself.
“Anything you want,” Yoongi says in a rush. “I have a feeling that I won’t be picky with you.”
“Is that right?”
Yoongi gasps when Jeongguk pulls him back, the both of them completely pressed against each other. It’s not like the alpha is already hard, but there’s a bit of a firm press right against Yoongi’s ass, and he figures they’re both well on their way.
Even just the talk has made his underwear just that much damper.
“I’m sure you can smell me already.” In actuality, Yoongi’s quite embarrassed about it, and is still mortified that it even happened in the first place. This all arose from a really strange situation, but the alpha doesn’t seem to mind, letting out a shaky breath in response. “It’s better if you touch.”
Jeongguk chuckles lightly, Yoongi still watching him in their reflection. Yoongi’s jeans are already hung low from the tattoo, and the alpha seems to appreciate this fact, thumb rubbing the exposed skin. It sends small shivers down Yoongi’s spine, and in a small burst of courage, he leans back against Jeongguk more, inviting and suggestive. Jeongguk takes in a sharp breath, hands already reaching for Yoongi’s button, popping it open and pulling down the zipper.
It’s such a sudden movement that Yoongi whines a little, and while he watches the both of them in the mirror, he eagerly catches Jeongguk’s grin, the alpha’s eyes even flickering up to meet Yoongi’s gaze in their reflection. Jeongguk smells so good right now, the sandy, fresh tones of the alpha’s scent getting stronger and stronger, and Yoongi hopes by the end of this he’s drowned in it.
“So,” Jeongguk murmurs quietly, “I think we have some time, but not a whole lot of it. But I have you for a couple of hours at least. If no one comes in to check on us.” The words are slow and measured, the alpha already starting to get affected by the pheromones filling up the room. “But let me know what you want. Want to fuck yourself into my fist until you’re pink all over? Or do you want something else, pretty?”
God. The pet name is a simple one, but it makes Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut, and when Jeongguk notices this, he slides a careful hand into the front of Yoongi’s underwear, cupping him through the cotton, warm and firm, and Yoongi can’t help but press up into the touch, head tilting back onto the alpha’s shoulder. Jeongguk laughs at this, nosing against Yoongi’s scent gland in response.
“Just—touch me—” Yoongi whines, Jeongguk’s lips slowly pressing against the skin there. “Yes, yes—”
A jolt of warmth spreads in Yoongi’s chest when the alpha licks right across the gland, Yoongi’s own scent kicking up in response. For a moment, it seems like the alpha is fixated on it, mouth and tongue working the skin in light but certain motions. He’ll start sucking on the skin, the pressure incredible and tingling when he does, but right before it feels like it’ll leave a mark, he lets go, laving his tongue right across where it’s started to turn pink.
He does it a few more times, and it makes Yoongi’s knees weak, makes his heart race so wildly.
He’s long since tilted his head to give Jeongguk all the room he wants, but when Jeongguk starts to grind right into Yoongi’s ass, pulling his hips back to press up into them harder, and with the way Yoongi’s head is already spinning from the way the alpha’s mouth is on his scent gland, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to stand anymore.
Before he can tell Jeongguk to move him to the table, to take care of him there, the alpha pulls back from his neck, flush high on his cheeks, eyes a little glossy with widened pupils. He looks a little lost himself, licking his lips as he pulls away, eyes fixated on where he can see the shine on Yoongi’s skin from his mouth and the oil that’s risen in response to the area being toyed with.
“Fuck, I want to mark you so bad, but I know I can’t since you might have some upcoming shoots. But, do you smell yourself?” Jeongguk mutters, reaching down to run his tongue across the skin there for good measure, Yoongi letting out a surprised, shaky breath at the sensation. “You smell so damn good, I’m so lucky.”
If anyone is the lucky one, Yoongi feels like it’s him.
Because he’s the one who has the most gorgeous alpha he’s ever seen rubbing his cock through his briefs, tattooed hand pretty against Yoongi’s pretty blank skin, aside from his own new tattoo. And the contrast, for whatever reason, makes him whine, the sight enough to make him sigh. While he’s already desperate to just lay down and let Jeongguk take care of him, the mirror is really doing it for him, too.
Like this, he can watch the alpha move against his body—he can watch the way their hips move together when Jeongguk grinds up into him, he can watch the way Jeongguk’s hands run up and down his skin, pulling his shirt up when the fabric catches on his wrist and he reaches up Yoongi’s torso just to touch, and he can watch the way Jeongguk towers over him in size, a strong, sturdy, beautiful alpha pressed up against his back.
And these are all visuals that Yoongi’s sure he’ll remember when he touches himself in his bed for a long, long while.
“Alpha,” he gasps when Jeongguk pulls Yoongi’s underwear down mid-thigh with his jeans to let his completely hardened cock slip free.
It’s a weird thing to see in the mirror, his angry, flushed cock swollen and red as it hangs out, eager to be touched again. Embarrassment starts to trickle in again, and this time for a different reason, but Jeongguk doesn’t let him look away, because suddenly fingers are at his chin, guiding him back to their reflection. The alpha is staring intently at Yoongi’s cock from what it looks like, and at this, Yoongi flushes pink all over.
“Just want you to watch for a moment, pretty,” Jeongguk says, tongue running across the piercing on his bottom lip, a little habit that Yoongi doesn’t think the alpha realizes. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. Make sure to watch how I do, yeah?”
And Jeongguk’s tattooed hand immediately wraps around Yoongi’s cock, and it’s the first time they’ve touched like this skin-to-skin, and immediately another wave of slick trickles out and down his thighs. It’s embarrassing being out in the open like this—especially since Yoongi’s forced to see himself in such a vulnerable position with his jeans quite literally around his legs. But Jeongguk’s heated gaze doesn’t leave. He watches the way his hand moves up and down Yoongi’s shaft with such a heated expression, both of their scents just filling up the air and stinking up the room already.
Unable to help himself, feeling overwhelmed as it is, Yoongi reaches up and slides one hand into Jeongguk’s hair, the other selfishly pulling his shirt up to his collarbone, desperate to see as much of himself be touched by the alpha as possible.
The sight is fucking incredible, and Yoongi groans so loudly that he fears Taehyung might hear it next door, or even any of the other artists that work in their small shop. But Jeongguk doesn’t seem to think similarly, because he starts moving faster, the rhythm of his hand on Yoongi’s cock picking up speed, and the pressure and warmth is so fucking good that he knows he’s not going to last much longer.
Yoongi’s been in hundreds upon hundreds of photoshoots, posing and looking good for the camera each and every time. But here, he sees how good he looks pressed up against Jeongguk, how pretty and beautiful the alpha is himself too, and this visual is much better than any photo he can compare it to. It’s in the way Jeongguk’s own cheeks are flushed a lovely pink, the way gorgeous artwork covers his skin as his hands move across Yoongi and work him so fucking well. It’s in the way he sees how his own body naturally reacts to everything in response, his skin pink and red everywhere, in his breath becoming ragged and staggered, in the way he sees his own eyes glassed over and head tilted to the side so the alpha can come toy with his gland again whenever he feels like it. And if Yoongi looks hard enough, he can see all the slick that’s starting to drip down his thighs, and to see how strongly his body reacts to Jeongguk over just heated touches and a dry handjob, Yoongi feels himself pushed over that edge.
“Alpha—oh, fuck—”
Yoongi comes so suddenly that he yelps despite himself, reaching up to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t make too much noise. But the orgasm that washes over him is fucking amazing, his knees buckling to keep him up, Jeongguk working him through it, grinding against him harder, as he whispers soft praises in his ear. “Fuck yes, such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” and “Making such a mess, huh? Look how much you’re coming.”
Yoongi feels like he’s on cloud nine, the alpha’s own breath shaky from behind him as Yoongi starts to come down, the hand around his cock milking him of whatever’s left. He feels so good, feels absolutely happy and enthralled, letting his head roll back onto the alpha’s shoulder again, catching his breath.
Jeongguk hums, clean hand running up and down Yoongi’s torso, just feeling the warm skin underneath. Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, and while he can’t see the alpha in the mirror anymore, he feels the way Jeongguk noses against his cheek, inhaling long and slow as he gently caresses and pets Yoongi wherever his fingers end up. He doesn’t have to reach far to grab some paper towels from the tray, wiping his hand down quickly enough.
“So good,” Yoongi croaks out, throat a little dry but heart so full and happy. “Fuck, Jeongguk-ssi. That was… wow.”
At this, Jeongguk cracks a smile, laughing quietly as he runs his tongue over Yoongi’s scent gland again. Yoongi should be more concerned, especially now that the high is starting to dissipate, but for some reason, the omega in him isn’t worried. It preens more when the alpha gives the gland more attention, teeth gently scraping against the skin. It’s a stupid idea to let an alpha so close to his scent gland, but something inside him isn’t alarmed, not even nagging him to be somewhat concerned at the situation.
All Yoongi feels is satiation and peace with it.
It’s a scary thing, but his omega also seems to trust the alpha with it for some reason, so Yoongi cocks his head more, really letting Jeongguk have as much access as he wants. Which, the alpha grins at, rubbing his cheek against the skin, scenting himself completely.
And that comes as a surprise, because usually alphas aren’t as fixated with scents. They like their omegas smelling like them, and they like everything else to smell like them, but here, Jeongguk hasn’t been able to stop, completely drowning himself in Yoongi’s own scent. Even though the room smells like both of them, their tones mixing so heavily in the air, Yoongi is surprised to smell himself as strongly as he does, and he figures it must be because Jeongguk reeks of him now, the both of them smelling like Yoongi.
It’s strange behavior for an alpha so set and comfortable in who they are like Jeongguk, but Yoongi doesn’t question it any further. The alpha seems happy with this, so Yoongi sure as hell isn’t going to deny it or make him feel strange for it. If anything, Yoongi’s a bit honored that Jeongguk finds his scent good enough to scent himself with it.
“Alpha,” Yoongi murmurs instead, kicking his jeans and underwear off the rest of the way and tossing them aside before turning around to wrap his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, tattoos and beautiful art even creeping up from underneath the collar of his shirt. “Was really good. You’re so fucking hot.”
Jeongguk laughs, suddenly looking a little shy as his hands reach around and rest on Yoongi’s ass. They’re not doing anything other than just sitting on top of the warm skin, but it makes Yoongi smile anyway, pressing back into them a little.
“Could say the same for you, but I’m sure you already know that as a model.” Jeongguk ducks down, nipping playfully at Yoongi’s jaw. “I don’t mean to make it seem like I’m only doing this because you’re a model—please don’t think that—”
“I was about to tease you and play along, pretending that I was genuinely offended, but you seem like the type to genuinely believe me at first and get sad.”
The alpha barks out a laugh, eyes filled with delight and joy, and Yoongi smiles himself, just amazed at how handsome Jeongguk looks, laughing and smiling so freely like this.
God, Yoongi really got lucky.
But he also hasn’t forgotten how hard the alpha must still be. Reaching down, Yoongi cups Jeongguk through his jeans, and the suddenness of it seems to surprise him, because Jeongguk jolts a little, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Don’t think I forgot,” Yoongi teases, reaching up to press an off-center kiss against the lip ring he’s been so fixated on. “You clearly know what to do with your hands, maybe show me what you can do with this alpha cock, hm?”
Jeongguk’s eyes are wide, but up close like this, no longer watching Jeongguk and getting to finally look at him like this, Yoongi watches as his gaze darkens a little, and he looks like he’s anticipating something now.
“Is that what you want?” Jeongguk asks, finally pulling Yoongi closer from where his hands grab at his ass. “We don’t need to go that far, especially here.”
“You don’t want to?” Yoongi admittedly feels a small spark of disappointment—not that he’d ever tell Jeongguk. “We can always stop, you know that.”
“No,” Jeongguk nips again at Yoongi, this time on the other side of his jaw. “I was asking you. I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to fuck a pretty little thing like yourself. Let’s defile my room at work, I don’t care.”
Yoongi laughs, genuinely amused and humored.
He starts undoing Jeongguk’s own jeans, much like the alpha had just done for him earlier. The button pops off easily enough, and in a few quick, eager movements, Yoongi shimmies the denim down, and Jeongguk’s cock is much thicker in his own underwear than Yoongi had expected. It’s the first time he’s touched the alpha at all here, and even through the fabric, and the fact that Jeongguk’s gone a little soft with their banter and teasing, it’s still quite thick from what Yoongi can see.
Suddenly, it kind of feels like a switch flicks in the back of his head. Because he wants so much now, eager and desperate to have the alpha in a way that will properly satisfy his omega in the way it wants.
He slips Jeongguk’s underwear down, and as it goes down, Yoongi drops himself. The sting on his hip immediately hurts, the tattoo still fresh and uncovered, so while the position is a bit uncomfortable since he can’t sit on his heels like he wants and has to keep his hips and torso straight, he doesn’t care. Because Jeongguk’s hands immediately come to his cheeks, cupping them both instantly, and the touch is a sweet yet eager one, and Yoongi presses into it.
“You don’t need to—I mean you didn’t even ask if I was clean—”
Yoongi’s brain, still a little fuzzy, realizes that the alpha is right.
“I mean, are you?”
“If you’re asking for me to explain just how celibate I’ve been the last year because all I do is work, then I guess the answer would be yes.”
Yoongi snorts at the comment, but smiles up at the alpha. The sight for him must be a good one, because his cock jumps a little when they make eye contact.
“You’re supposed to ask it back, Jeongguk-ssi.”
The alpha huffs out a laugh. “Are you clean?”
“As someone who has also been quite celibate because of work, I guess the answer would be yes as well.”
“Well, I’m glad we get to share this experience together then—oh, fuck—”
Yoongi’s mouth is already pressing against the alpha’s cock, still a little soft, but it already begins to fatten back up the more Yoongi runs his lips over the shaft and licks at the head in a slow rhythm. Jeongguk’s hands are in Yoongi’s hair, and while Yoongi would absolutely love for the alpha to be rough and pull him onto his cock like he usually likes, he can tell there’s still some hesitation there, like Jeongguk doesn’t want to do anything he wonders Yoongi might not like.
Yoongi reaches up and grabs Jeongguk’s ass, feeling the perky weight of it under his palms, and he feels his head spin, so fucking lucky to be able to do this. He squeezes for a moment, hoping Jeongguk gets the hint, which thankfully the alpha seems to. Because he steps closer, and grips a little at Yoongi’s roots.
It’s good enough for now. Yoongi is too occupied with tasting Jeongguk on his tongue to pull off and give instructions. Right now, it kind of feels like heaven, his tongue working over Jeongguk’s cock, mouth hollowing out when he works down the shaft. And Jeongguk is surprisingly loud, not doing much to hide the groans and growls that spill from him like water, dripping so carelessly that Yoongi appreciates this moment so much more.
Reaching behind himself, he slips a finger in, feeling how much slick has pooled up on his skin. It’s thick enough that he can make out an audible squelch, and it’s embarrassing to the say the least, but thankfully quiet enough underneath the alpha’s own sounds.
Doing both of these things at once is a hard task, but Yoongi does his best to make it work. Once he feels like there’s enough slick, he pulls out, his hand coated with it, and pops off Jeongguk’s cock with shiny lips and a flush to his cheeks again.
Standing up feels strange, his knees still feeling weak and wobbly, but when he’s finally up, he finally presses a wet kiss to Jeongguk’s lips. It’s the first time they’ve kissed, and Yoongi’s lips, slick with saliva from being around the alpha’s cock feels so good when Jeongguk reciprocates, groaning and eagerly opening his mouth up for Yoongi. The kiss is so wet and warm and Yoongi finds himself whining into it, gasping with how their tongues press against each other, eager and slippery. It should be gross, but Yoongi appreciates the fact that Jeongguk is willing to kiss him so thoroughly after having just had his cock sucked, because there have been some alphas who refuse to do it.
And Yoongi craves moments like these, where all he can taste is Jeongguk and his senses feel so overloaded. The alpha is gripping at him so firmly, hands moving from his hips to his ass to scratching down his torso to brushing across his nipples. Jeongguk wants to touch everywhere, and with how much he reeks of Yoongi from all the scenting and how wet and warm their kiss is, just how Yoongi craves, everything really feels fucking perfect.
With his hand, Yoongi wraps around Jeongguk’s cock again, but this time the alpha reacts so strongly that he suddenly bites at Yoongi’s lip by accident, drawing blood instantly. The alpha doesn’t seem to notice, especially since he pulls away with a gasp, but Yoongi doesn’t mind. He licks at the wound for a moment, but then watched the way Jeongguk leans back a little to look at the way Yoongi’s slick-covered hand is working his cock in between them.
“Oh, fuck, fuck—” Jeongguk’s hands stop on Yoong’s waist, thumb dangerously close to where the fresh tattoo stings but still mindful enough to stay away. “You’re going to fucking kill me—”
Yoongi hums, working his hand faster, and the noise of how wet it is is noticeable. Yoongi’s pretty sure he can feel a lot of the slick still dripping down his thighs in copious amounts, because even though he’s not hard, his cock still a little spent, he knows he still wants to get fucked.
Especially when the base of Jeongguk’s knot looks as fucking thick as it does.
“You smell so good,” Jeongguk drawls, taking the time to scent himself on Yoongi again, which with all the stimulation his scent gland has been getting, Yoongi finds himself whining when the alpha licks at it again. “Fuck, I can smell you everywhere. I need you, pretty little thing. Gonna let me fuck you, yeah?”
Yoongi eagerly lets go, but before he can make his way back to the table and lay down on it since the back of it is still lowered flat, Jeongguk grabs at him, hands firm and strong as they hold him still. The alpha looks him right in the eye and it seems like he’s trying to figure out what to say—like the sentence is being structured at that very moment.
Yoongi licks his lips, going out on a limb. “Alpha, you’re going to knot me, right? Look how fat your knot is. S’gonna make me feel so good.”
And that seems to be it, because the alpha’s eyes darken and he grips at Yoongi even harder. “Fuck, fuck, hurry. I need you to lay down, okay?”
Yoongi had wondered if Jeongguk would’ve wanted to do this with Yoongi on his knees or face-to-face, but the alpha seems to have already decided. And in all honesty, it’s like he had read Yoongi’s mind.
Yoongi scrambles, tossing his shirt off completely and crawls on top of the table again, laying down as had been instructed. Jeongguk takes a moment to undress himself too, finally kicking off his pants and underwear and pulling his shirt off too.
Jeongguk truly is a dream. He stands tall and full, shoulders squared and whole torso just decorated and painted in gorgeous artwork. Some of the work even bleeds down and onto his thighs, large pieces that look like they must’ve hurt, but it makes sense. Jeongguk is definitely deserving of such beautiful work.
His cock hangs heavy, and Yoongi tries not to drool about it too much. It’s been a long, long time since Yoongi’s gotten fucked, and even longer since he’s gotten a knot. Jeongguk’s looks like it’ll have been worth the wait.
The alpha comes over and stands at the foot of the table. He pulls Yoongi down it immediately, Yoongi squeaking as his body slips across the table and his hips hang off the edge. It makes sense, he supposes—he doubts the table is enough for the two of them on it.
“Keep this leg straight, okay?” Jeongguk instructs, patting the leg Yoongi’s new tattoo sits above. “Don’t bend it. It’ll help keep your tattoo clean from sweat.”
It’s a funny thing in reality, because as much as Yoongi’s been aware of his tattoo and the sting, it’s a bit strange to hear Jeongguk give him instructions to keep it safe—because honestly, Yoongi has other priorities right now.
But the alpha looks serious for a moment, and it is his hard, beautiful work, so Yoongi nods, and murmurs “okay, okay.”
There’s no other buildup after that, Jeongguk slipping a finger into Yoongi, and Yoongi’s back immediately arches as the intrusion. It’s not a stretch—his own fingers are pretty long and knobby anyway—so Jeongguk pulls out and slides in another, two fingers slipping in through all of the slick with very little resistance.
Yoongi’s body seems to open up for him anyway, and instinctively he spreads his legs even more. He briefly fears for the table, his slick most definitely leaking all over it, but the alpha, again, really doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
The sounds that escape Yoongi’s mouth are a little embarrassing, mostly because of the fact he’s technically in public and there are quite literally other people right outside the door and on the other side of these walls. Jeongguk had been a little loud earlier himself, but Yoongi feels the embarrassment about getting caught because of him fill his body with warmth.
It’s a weird sensation. Yoongi gets watched all the time. He’s under the camera’s lens multiple times a week and has people looking at him constantly. But here, it’s different, and the fact that no one is supposed to know what he’s doing, that he currently has two fingers up his ass that belong or possibly the hottest alpha he’s ever been with, is really doing it for him this time.
He vaguely wishes others could see—could see how good he’s trying to be for Jeongguk, how he, Min Yoongi, is about to get fucked by someone as hot and beautiful and sweet as Jeon Jeongguk.
“You doing okay, pretty?”
Yoongi tightens a little at that, his eyes flickering over Jeongguk’s expression that’s entirely focused on him. “S’good,” Yoongi promises. “Just—how thin are your walls?”
Jeongguk smirks at this, as if he’s immediately figured it out. Yoongi doesn’t know how he feels about Jeongguk understanding him so quickly.
“Is that what you were thinking about? How someone else might come in right now? Might hear the pretty sounds you’re making?”
Yoongi glances at the door and notes how it had been locked already—although, he’s not sure when the alpha had remembered to do so. Even though the door is locked, the threat is still there, because even if someone would need the key to get in, it’s not difficult to figure out what’s really going on in here.
The room stinks of them, filled to the brim with pheromones and the scents of come and slick and each other, and in reality, Yoongi’s never really been good at keeping his mouth shut.
“You think I sound pretty?” Yoongi fishes for the compliment easily enough. But before he can be embarrassed about that too, he switches to something else. “Come on, hurry up—”
“Be patient,” Jeongguk scolds with a teasing smile, as if he hadn’t been the one absolutely eager to get his knot wet mere minutes ago. He doesn’t follow through with the teasing, because he immediately slips in a third finger, and Yoongi sighs, nails scraping against the top of the vinyl. “That’s it, pretty. Come on, be as loud as you want.”
Yoongi has no idea if Jeongguk’s just saying that to say it, or if he somehow really means it. But considering the fear that still lingers at the base of his thoughts, Yoongi decides not to risk it too much. He’ll toe the line but won’t cross it.
“I’m ready, c’mon,” Yoongi huffs, spreading his legs even more. “Knot me, alpha—”
Jeongguk slips his fingers out and immediately replaces them with the head of his cock.
The movement is so quick that Yoongi’s breath catches and his eyes clench shut when Jeongguk shoved his way in all at once. It’s not painful—the slick helps immensely and the alpha had done a really thorough job of stretching him out, but there’s still a burn at his rim from the suddenness of it.
And Yoongi loves it. Jeongguk looks like he knows as much.
The moan that slips from his mouth is entirely unhindered, loud and drawn out in the middle of everything. Jeongguk hisses, pleased, hands softly petting every inch of skin he can reach. He doesn’t move, lets Yoongi whine and squirm and press against him. But he doesn’t budge.
Being full like this is a certain kind of high. Jeongguk smells so fucking good like this too, a thin layer of sweat still clinging to his body, his scent filling up the space more and more. It must be because he’s an alpha, but it really starts to overpower the mixture that’s been pretty consistent between the two of them.
Yoongi dares to look Jeongguk in the eye, and he lets out a shaky breath when he sees how gone Jeongguk looks.
“Stay still,” Jeongguk chastises, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looks down at him. “Don’t hurt yourself—”
“More,” Yoongi pants, cocking his head to the side and looking at the wall so his neck is fully exposed. “Want to feel you, please—”
Jeongguk starts moving immediately, hand reaching up to rub his thumb against the scent gland again, happiness bleeding over his expression. It’s slow and not quite what Yoongi wants, but the sensation is good. Although, even as the alpha tries to take his time, to let Yoongi adjust, Yoongi still craves the burn.
“Alpha,” Yoongi whines again, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his own cock, eager to get more stimulation. It burns a little, but he can feel the trickling of warmth begin to deep in. “Wanna get fucked. Know you’re gonna fuck me real good—”
Jeongguk’s hips falter for a moment, and it feels like Yoongi finally has him. But the alpha groans low in his throat and eyes Yoongi’s face again, gaze skitting across just to be sure.
“Okay,” Jeongguk concedes, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s sternum.
It’s a gentle kind of thing, a bit jarring in the heat of the moment, but Yoongi doesn’t have the time to really question it, because Jeongguk starts to move, and just like that, Yoongi’s lost in it all.
It’s clear that the alpha works out—that much had been evident from when he had taken his shirt off and lean, firm muscle had been readily presented to Yoongi’s hungry stare; but right now, Yoongi gets to really feel the weight of just how true that is.
Jeongguk really does slam in hard and quick, all the way from tip to the point where his balls slap against Yoongi’s ass and it pulls out such a wild, appreciative noise from Yoongi, and he doesn’t even have the state of mind to actually feel embarrassed about it. The legs of the table scrape against the floor despite its heavy weight, and Yoongi jolts at the sound of it. But Jeongguk rectifies it by growling low enough to pull Yoongi’s attention back to him, the chair folded backward underneath Yoongi rattling with the friction, but the noise lost when Yoongi just wants to listen to Jeongguk.
The alpha seems to really enjoy the noises that Yoongi makes, because he looks that much hungrier. He looks at Yoongi straight on. While his gaze might flicker from Yoongi’s eyes to his neck to him jerking himself off—to everywhere, his eyes never leave Yoongi. They’re always watching him, watching the way his body reacts, watching how Yoongi’s face looks when he hits a good spot.
Everything feels so encompassing, and Yoongi is more than happy to drown in every last drop of it.
Then, it happens. Jeongguk hits that spot inside him dead-on, and Yoongi can’t help but let out the long moan at it, the powerful movement absolutely overwhelming, and Yoongi cries out, his free hand reaching out for something to hold onto. The alpha leans over just a little, enough to hold onto Yoongi’s hand as he pushes his arm down and uses the leverage to fuck into him that much harder.
“Imagine you were back in my bed,” Jeongguk rambles, eyes lingering on the way their hands are intertwined before sliding down to look at Yoongi’s cock being worked again. “You’d sound so good there, as loud and pretty as you want to be. I’d be able to fuck you proper, keep you tangled in my sheets all night.”
Yoongi gasps, wondering how much better it could get than this. He already feels so enveloped by Jeongguk, to imagine being in his bed, nestled in the center of a place that undoubtedly smells like him and him only, those earthy tones wrapping around Yoongi so fully sounds too good to be true.
Because right now, Yoongi already feels his body shaking, the sensation of everything after having already come twice making his head spin. He feels a little lightheaded, like he can’t catch his breath, and Jeongguk truly looks like a whole dream looking at Yoongi like he just wants to devour him.
The music had long been turned off—in fact, it might still be playing on the headphones that had been set on the work counter a while ago. The only sounds in the room come from the noises Yoongi makes, Jeongguk’s ragged breathing and heavy cursing, and the wet shlop of his cock pushing through all the slick Yoongi’s been building up.
He continuously hits Yoongi’s prostate, and with the way Yoongi’s cock is already twitching, he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.
“Alpha, alpha,” Yoongi starts to ramble, never quite the one for dynamic play, but absolutely enthralled with it when it comes to Jeongguk. Because Jeongguk is so alpha, is so strong and confident and so, so fucking sweet and beautiful at the same time, and he seems to really like it. “I’m gonna—gonna come—keep going, please—don’t stop until you’ve knotted—”
“We can take a break. I’m not going to hurt you like that—”
Yoongi wants to cry. He honestly does. He’s not sure if it’s because of all the hormones and emotions going through him right now, or if it’s because it seems like Jeongguk just has the innate ability to fuss over the omega he’s currently attached to, but it suddenly feels like something is about to be taken from Yoongi that he really, really wants.
“Jeongguk,” Yoongi drawls, tears clinging to his lashes out of pure desperation, already so close to the edge. “I want it—I really fuckin’ do. Please—don’t say that—”
“You’re so good to me,” Jeongguk rambles, bearing more of his weight onto Yoongi’s arm as he fucks that much harder. He really sounds amazed, though, grateful even, and it’s the glossy look he gives Yoongi that finally pushes him over.
The second orgasm is never as strong as the first, but it feels like it takes his breath away all the same. With the stimulation of his prostate, Yoongi cries out again, desperately wanting to wrap his legs around Jeongguk’s waist but knowing he can’t because of the tattoo. Instead, he arches his back, nails digging into Jeongguk’s skin where they’re connected, and he’s forced to bear the brunt of his orgasm without a proper outlet. He normally kicks out or grips onto his partner’s hair, but all he can do is sit back and take it.
There’s a slight ringing in his ears, and he’s not sure if he had been loud or not, if he embarrassed himself with more whines and pleas, and for a moment, he really does feel a little dizzy.
That usually means he was too busy crying out to catch his breath.
He tries to look at Jeongguk and apologize, desperate to let the alpha know he really hadn’t meant to get them caught, but Jeongguk looks at him in wonder, bottom lip pulled in between his teeth so harshly that there’s even blood. It matches Yoongi’s, and he absentmindedly licks his own wound, which Jeongguk watches appreciatively.
But true to his word, Jeongguk doesn’t let up. Now that Yoongi’s stomach is covered in a sad little pool of come, the alpha takes the initiative to move more freely, the rhythm a little sloppier but just as deep and powerful.
The only thing is that he doesn’t let up off Yoongi’s prostate—and normally Yoongi would shift himself to get the alpha off, but he wants Jeongguk to take it all, to take everything, so he lays back, tears forming in his lashes as the alpha uses his body freely.
“So fucking gorgeous, you know that?” Jeongguk doesn’t seem like he realizes he’s begun rambling again, and Yoongi listens with appreciation, eager to soak up the praise as his body burns burns burns. “It’s like your pretty little hole was meant to take my knot, hm?”
Yoongi nods vigorously despite himself, hands softly running over his own skin, anticipation licking across his skin at the fact he’ll be getting a knot—Jeongguk’s knot.
“Want it bad,” Yoongi responds, sighing. “Please, please—fuck—”
The stimulation really is a lot, but it walks that line of pain and pleasure so nicely. Yoongi doesn’t want to stop—doesn’t want Jeongguk to stop. His body thrums and his lashes are already damp again, tears coming down his cheeks in a small stream, and the alpha looks feral when he notices it.
Leaning down, he reaches up to lick across Yoongi’s cheek, a claim in its own right despite the fact they’ve barely met just hours ago, but it makes Yoongi tighten around the cock that moves in him, makes his heart flutter at something like this, and Jeongguk looks absolutely fixated.
“So wet everywhere. You’re even crying for me now—I’m so lucky. If only everyone out there could see how you just cry for my knot like this, pretty.”
And it’s then that the knot finally starts to catch on Yoongi’s rim. It’s a strong sensation, one that Yoongi’s body hadn’t been forced to accommodate in a long while, so the stretch is almost foreign, but Yoongi has never craved something so much like this before.
Jeongguk’s eyebrows pinch, the piercing that’s settled on one glinting in the light for a moment. He’s watching the way his cock sinks into Yoongi so fluidly, the slick that pools out and around him and onto the table, and finally, finally the knot catches. There’s no turning back now, and it’s obvious that neither of them want to.
The alpha’s movements aren’t as long and punctuated now that his knot’s caught, but he does his best to fuck what he can deeper, movements frantic and hurried now that he’s about to let go.
Yoongi sighs, his tired body still managing to welcome the warmth that suddenly fills his system, all the endorphins that flood his system helping his body relax and feel that much more satiated. Jeongguk growls lowly, a sound so deep and hot that Yoongi hopes he never forgets the sound of it, eager to add it to his arsenal of Jeon Jeongguk memories he knows he’ll have to get off to in the future.
Because, this all truly is such a dream, and Yoongi knows he’ll be thinking about this for a long, long time.
Jeongguk groans, hips slowly jerking back and forth in tiny movements as he lets his orgasm take over him, the first wave always the most powerful. Yoongi feels so fucking full, absolutely elated to have been knotted by such an incredible alpha.
It makes his pride swell more than it should—the fact that Jeongguk had wanted to mess around, let alone knot him, is one he won’t take for granted. It really is such a treasure.
“Did so good, alpha,” Yoongi murmurs, breath shaky as Jeongguk bows his head, trying to ride out the sensation. “Feels good, ‘m full.”
Words are hard to find, but Yoongi wants to say them anyway. He really feels so good and Jeongguk had treated him and his body so well, and he needs the alpha to know that.
Jeongguk looks up at him, a little fuzzy himself, high off of the sensation of popping a knot, and it makes Yoongi chuckle, slowly rearranging himself so he’s leaning back on his palms, almost sitting up. The alpha doesn’t look like he knows what to do, so Yoongi just reaches forward, cupping Jeongguk’s cheek softly.
“Let’s cuddle for a bit, yeah? Might be easier if we sit on the floor.”
It takes a little bit of maneuvering and a lot of effort to get the both of them on the floor. Jeongguk has to carry Yoongi over because of the position they’re locked in, but it works. Once the alpha settles with his back against the wall and Yoongi properly in his lap, Yoongi can see the way Jeongguk’s hair is slicked back with sweat, face incredibly flushed with all the exertion.
“You worked so hard,” Yoongi praises again, leaving a tender kiss on the alpha’s lips. Jeongguk immediately reciprocates, soft and sweet, but still purposeful. “God, that was good. Tell me it’s not just me.”
At this, the alpha laughs, nose scrunching a little when he does, and it makes Yoongi’s heart flutter immediately.
“I should be the one telling you how good you were, pretty.” Jeongguk reaches up, cupping Yoongi’s cheeks again as he leaves another slow, sensual kiss on his lips. When he pulls away, there’s the audible smack, and it makes Yoongi smile. “Definitely not just you. That was… Fuck. Please don’t make me think about it when I already have my knot in you. I’ll want to do it again.”
Yoongi finds himself laughing, wrapping his arms around the alpha gently. It’s sweet to be up close like this, and Yoongi’s grateful for the warmth Jeongguk brings. There’s a certain kind of aura to him that makes Yoongi relax and feel a little drunk in this moment, like he’s a bit loose-lipped right now.
“I’d never say no to you,” Yoongi murmurs softly against the alpha’s lips. “You can let me know any time. I’d let you knot me whenever you wanted.”
He can feel the way Jeongguk’s knot seems to twitch at this, the sensation strong against his rim, and it makes Yoongi chuckle quietly, pleased that the alpha inside him liked the idea of this happening again. It’s a weird time to ask, especially when they’re practically strangers, but the pull in him is so strong, the desire to see Jeongguk again absolutely present and noticeable.
“I’ll be honest with you, my brain is a little grainy right now, like a little blurry around the edges because I genuinely feel so fuckin’ good right now. But tell me you’re feeling a connection here.”
Yoongi pauses, his eyes widening in response. For a moment, Jeongguk looks like he’s about to panic, but Yoongi interrupts the thought before it can get too far.
“You mean you feel it, too?”
The alpha visibly relaxes, hands sliding down to rest on the outside of Yoongi’s thighs. It seems like he really enjoys the touch, which Yoongi isn’t complaining about either.
“Felt it a while ago,” Jeongguk admits, a pretty pink dusting his cheeks again. It’s not from exertion this time. “You have no idea how hard it was not to bite you. Like… please stop baring your neck at me. I’m close to biting it.”
Yoongi can’t help but enjoy how easily the laugh that comes out so freely spills. It’s hard not to feel like this with Jeongguk—it really does seem like there’s a connection there between them that’s far too strong to ignore. Yoongi already feels so much lighter, laughing so honestly and frequently, even given the situation that should be smothering him with embarrassment instead.
But all he feels is happiness.
“I’d let you, you know,” Yoongi admits, looking up slowly through his lashes. “I think it’s why I kept baring my neck for you subconsciously.”
“Maybe, there’s something else here,” Jeongguk agrees, chuckling, leaning forward and rubbing his cheek against Yoongi’s scent gland again. Yoongi lets him. “You smell so good, you know? At first I thought it was because of that—I’m really sensitive to scents and smells. I can’t even stand other people’s cologne and perfume most of the time, no matter how subtle, but you?” He makes the effort to rub Yoongi’s scent gland with his other cheek. “Well, I’m sure you can tell how much I enjoy this.”
Yoongi hums. “Didn’t notice.”
“Once this knot goes down, I’m kicking you out.”
Both of them laugh, and it feels so genuine and warm that the smile on Yoongi’s face refuses to leave. Jeongguk feels safe, he feels right.
But Yoongi clears his throat, still a little nervous about the situation at hand. “I mean, just to… clear the air. It’s still not just about my scent, right? Like… you feel this pull, too?”
“Sorry,” Jeongguk says gently, pressing kisses against Yoongi’s face, peppering them wherever he can reach. It feels childish and silly, but in this moment of doubt, Yoongi welcomes it happily. “I meant to say that while I thought it was, it definitely isn’t just that. I don’t know how to explain it, but I really do feel that connection. So I’m relieved to hear you say it back.”
“We have a lot to figure out.” Yoongi shifts a little, the knot moving inside of him that makes him whine a little. Jeongguk’s hands on his waist tightens. “Is it bad that I want to ask you to knot me again after this knot goes down?”
Jeongguk sputters, his eyes wide and doe-like, but he’s immediately laughing in disbelief, amusement and mirth filling his expression so fully. He genuinely seems to find delight in that, and it makes Yoongi feel a lot better, like he’s not alone in this.
“How about I clean up the tattoo that’s been left exposed and near the dirty floor, wrap it up, and we can clean up this room and head out?” He sees the expression that Yoongi wears, and chuckles again, reaching up to rest his hand over Yoongi’s thrumming heart. “Don’t look so devastated. We’ll get some food, go on a date, and then we can talk about what all of this means and why we feel the way we do, and then I can knot you safely and comfortably in the comfort of my own bed as much as you want.”
Yoongi hums, feigning nonchalance, although he’s sure the alpha can feel how erratic his heart is beating anyway. “That’s a lot of hoops to jump through. I think it’d be okay to just go straight to the next knot first.”
“Unbelievable,” Jeongguk says, snorting with another sweet laugh. “We also need to shower. I like you, but we’re both pretty gross.”
Yoongi looks at him bashfully, a sharp contrast to the confidence he feels budding inside him about whatever this is between them. “Fine. You win. You’ve convinced me to get up.”
The knot eventually goes down, although Yoongi has a sneaking suspicion that it took a little longer than usual because he had convinced Jeongguk to make out with him the entire time. It was mostly for something to do, and Jeongguk’s naked body was too good to pass up the opportunity to kiss stupid, but they do eventually get up and do all the things Jeongguk said they needed to do before leaving.
He cleans up Yoongi’s tattoo and professionally gives him an instructional pamphlet about the aftercare procedures as he starts his whole spiel about needing to keep it out of the sun and not visiting swimming pools for a while. It feels sterile in the middle of everything, especially since he currently had Jeongguk’s come dripping out into his still-damp underwear as he spoke (God, he really did need a shower), but Yoongi also truly found it endearing. He let Jeongguk do his thing, because he knows how much it means to him.
His job was important, and he’s proud of the artwork he put on Yoongi today. So Yoongi isn’t going to deny him that.
When Jeongguk’s hand is about to wrap around the door knob to open it, he pauses. It looks like he’s contemplating something, eyeing the wood suspiciously. Yoongi is about to ask, but the alpha raises his index finger in front of his lips, asking him to remain quiet.
They stand there for a few moments in silence, Yoongi wondering what in the world is going on. Carefully, Jeongguk’s fingers curl into a fist and he suddenly starts knocking on the door.
Suddenly, there’s a loud yelp, Taehyung’s surprised voice screeching on the other side, and it’s then that Jeongguk flings the door open, staring him down with an exaggerated expression. It’s clear that the alpha finds it funny, but is genuinely trying to show his surprise.
Taehyung stands there, covering one ear with both of his hands, presumably the one he had pressed against the door. He looks sheepish, but once his eyes land on Yoongi, an all-knowing smirk immediately reveals itself.
“Trying to catch us and snoop on us, Tae?” Jeongguk chastises, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I somehow remember you being the one to suggest we get separate office rooms for privacy.”
“I also somehow remember that you suggested we’re not allowed to lock our office doors during work hours for client safety reasons, yet here we are.”
The fellow omega looks at him thoughtfully, and whatever smugness that was there bleeds away. What’s left is his own kind of warmth, gentle and kind, and he looks at Yoongi with a smile. He glances back at Jeongguk and shares the same sunny expression, and it’s an endearing kind of thing, even if Yoongi can’t figure out why Taehyung looks so touched.
“You both fucking reek of sex, please leave. Jeongguk, Namjoon-hyung already said you can go home early, since we all had to close and vacate the shop for a very extended lunch break. Yoongi, I hope your tattoo worked out. I’m sure it’s beautiful if Jeongguk even finished it.”
And with that, Taehyung pats both of their shoulders, giving them a loving expression, before he turns on his heel and turns the corner.
For a moment, Jeongguk and Yoongi just stand there, definitely feeling like children getting caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing, and the air feels a little thick between them. But Jeongguk doesn’t let it sit for long, because he immediately grabs Yoongi’s hand and intertwines their fingers thoughtfully.
“Okay, let’s head home first and shower then. I’ll pick you up for food after, pretty.”
Yoongi, laughing with his whole heart, agrees with a nod. Normally, a part of him would worry that Jeongguk’s not going to follow through—that the moment they return to their own homes, Jeongguk will decide not to call him back or return. But based on the way the alpha looks at him so fondly, and based on their conversation inside about the undeniable and unique connection they have sitting inside them, doubt doesn’t seem to seep into his heart.
He leans up at the same time Jeongguk leans down. It’s a quick peck, a fast and simple kind of thing. But Yoongi smiles so widely at it regardless, because he knows Jeongguk won’t do that.
“Sounds like a plan, Jeon Jeongguk.”