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Jungkook’s drain clogs, a lot as of lately. It’s quickly becoming a problem.

No, it isn’t caused by wads of hair going down the drain and making it difficult for the water to empty out. No, it’s much worse, it’s his slick that’s clogging the drain and making his life more difficult than needed. All because he’s overly horny these days.

Rest assured, he has been on naver and looked this up to see if this is normal or what the solution might be to his problem. Most posts about the topic say excessive amounts of slick are known to clog the drain and it’s best not to have sex or masturbate in the shower. Some suggest being knotted is another good solution to keep the slick at bay.

“Well, that’s easy for all of you to say,” Jungkook laments as he throws his phone, done with the comments on the posts.

Not masturbating in the shower is easier said than done. Of course, Jungkook masturbates in bed as well but masturbating in the shower is a vital part of his routine…plus he is single and hasn’t had an alpha’s knot in months now. Slick practically pours out of him these days. He can’t even remember the last time he spent the night with someone, much less had a real knot inside of him.

So, because of all these factors, he chooses to ignore his clogging drain. He keeps trying to ignore it as he stuffs himself full of his dildo, alternating between it and his tentacle dildo to spice things up. It’s easy to ignore his drain in the moment when he is stuffed full and his eyes roll back as he tries to imagine an alpha fucking their cock into him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear while they mouth at his unmarked neck and suck on his scent gland. He’ll pinch his nipples and pretend it’s a hungry alpha latched onto them.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes,” he whines to himself, nearly slipping from the water buildup. He doesn’t even care, far too happy to hit his high and cum, covering himself in semen and slick. Good thing he hasn’t washed his body yet.

The high never lasts though and he finds himself pouting as he cleans himself up and washes his body so he can get out. Nothing compares to the real thing sadly, not even his knotting dildo. He needs to get laid, immediately before he goes insane and does something idiotic, like hitting up his ex and making a fool of himself. Although, Min Yoongi was excellent in bed and mate material. He still daydreams about that alpha’s knot, fat and long. If only their different career paths hadn’t gotten in the way. Oh well.

He could try online dating for a hookup, sure, but last time that happened, he ended up befriending the alpha alert they had sex, and now he and Mingyu hang out a few times a month. He has come to terms with the fact that he doesn’t have the heart for a one-night stand. He wants more. Jung Hoseok hadn’t been a bad hookup, also great in bed. He’d been a meaner alpha when they fucked but still memorable. Too bad he’d gotten a job offer abroad and that had been the end of their situationship.

His instincts want more than that though. He wants a partner and eventually, a mate.

A week later and Jungkook’s drain keeps clogging.

This is going to be a problem, one he needs to find a solution to as soon as possible before he goes crazy.

Another week goes by, and his problem becomes fatal. His problem manifests into physical form in the name of Kim Namjoon.

Now, Namjoon is not a new man in Jungkook’s life, no, he knows this alpha very well. Namjoon graduated high school when Jungkook was barely entering and quickly became Jungkook’s first crush. It was love at first sight or well, Jungkook likes to think so at least. But back then, someone like Namjoon didn’t pay attention to someone like Jungkook so the omega admired him from a distance. All his friends teased him about his crush, but Jungkook didn’t care, he was far too happy to admire the alpha from afar, hoping he would muster up the courage to talk to him.  

Back then, Namjoon wasn’t as beefy as he is now which makes him moving into Jungkook’s building a massive problem for him. Namjoon is older, more attractive, sexy, built, kind, and his scent practically makes Jungkook slick up at the entrance of their building.

Jungkook wonders why in the fuck Namjoon moved into his apartment building. He still occasionally looks the alpha up online (not stalking just lurking) whenever he gets bored and thinks back to his first crush. Namjoon’s social media profiles mostly consist of pictures of travel and people that Jungkook assumes are Namjoon’s friends as well as his older brother, Seokjin, but never anything that would lead Jungkook to believe the alpha was moving.

Jungkook curses the stupid alpha to hell and back when his shower fantasies quickly turn into Namjoon fucking the living daylights out of Jungkook. They start off as wet dreams and quickly become deranged thoughts whenever he gets horny. Namjoon is an extremely handsome alpha and well, Jungkook is only human.

It would be so perfect, Jungkook thinks as he props one leg up and reaches down to fuck the thick dildo in and out of him, eyes closed as he loses himself in his imagination. His hand nearly drops the dildo from all the slick leaking out of him. Namjoon would fuck him on all fours, yeah traditional, the perfect breeding position. He would push Jungkook down with a hand between his shoulders, growling, and stuff him with three fingers and no prep, fuck yeah, make it hurt a little. After he manages to open Jungkook up, he’d pull Jungkook’s cheeks apart and spit all over his hole, marking his territory.

“Fuck,” Jungkook whines as his eyes close while his fantasy plays out, moving the dildo faster as he grips the wall for support.

Namjoon would grab his cock and tease Jungkook’s hole with it, running it over his hole before starting to insert it, smearing his pre-cum all over. He’d lean over Jungkook and bite his earlobe and whisper the dirtiest shit into his ear.

“Omega wants my cock?” Namjoon would taunt Jungkook, barely pushing the tip of his cock in. One of his hands would reach forward and grip Jungkook’s throat.

In his fantasy, Jungkook would quickly nod and whine, eager for cock and eager for Namjoon. He wouldn’t stop until Namjoon inserted his cock to the hilt, then the real fun would begin. They would fuck for hours until Jungkook’s thighs started to shake. Namjoon would knot him and clean him up, just like a good alpha, and would rub his hand up and down Jungkook’s stomach, round with cum.

It’s safe to say Jungkook clogs the drain again after that shower.

His other fantasies include Namjoon eating his hole until Jungkook gets overstimulated and starts pushing his head away. He likes imagining this one while he’s in his nest and laid out on his back, jerking himself off with his own slick, hole stuffed with his dildo already.

In this fantasy, Namjoon is insatiable, fucking his tongue in and out of Jungkook with the omega’s legs thrown over his shoulders, hands digging into Jungkook’s hips. Namjoon manhandles him how he sees fit and grips him, leaving marks behind in the process. He puts his mouth on Jungkook’s cock as well, taking it all in one go, and fucking his fingers into Jungkook’s hole so that the omega doesn’t feel empty.

(This manhandling fantasy might’ve been the result of Jungkook noticing Namjoon working out at their apartment complex gym and looking sweaty and beefy.)

Namjoon is relentless and sucks on Jungkook’s hole as if it's his last supper, eager and with experience. (Experience but he says Jungkook is the best he’s ever had, which helps tame Jungkook’s jealousy in this fantasy.)

Jungkook is nothing more than a drooling, flushed mess, pulling Namjoon up to kiss him and preening at the taste of his own slick and cum on Namjoon’s tongue. It feeds the possessive urge inside of him. He ends up sprayed on top of Namjoon, sixty-nining because why not this is his fantasy, and sucking Namjoon’s cock while the alpha eats him out again.   

Once his fantasy is done and reality sets back in, Jungkook notices the mess of slick and cum on the bed he has made. He ends up having to wash his slick drenched sheets, feeling the dopamine drop after he puts away his dildo and starts the washing machine. It seems that his mind might be tricked by his fantasies but never his body. It knows there is no alpha here and certainly no real knot.

“Stupid Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook curses his attractive neighbor as he hangs his sheets to dry. “This is all your fault.”

Cursing Namjoon’s name only lasts two days because Jungkook catches the faintest scent of Namjoon in the lobby, all while desperately trying to hide his face and avoid being recognized, and its game over for him.

That night, Jungkook ends up sticking his dildo to his large mirror in his bedroom and fucking himself back on it on all fours, drenching the towel underneath him in the process. It’s worth it though, so worth it as Jungkook imagines Namjoon in a rut haze, digging his fingers into Jungkook’s hips, smacking him, biting him, and owning him. He has only ever spent one rut with an alpha before, Min Yoongi, and that had been good, really fucking good, his toes had curled, and his hole had ached for days afterward. He imagines Namjoon would fuck him better, practically spear him on his knot, a knot Jungkook fantasizes about. He bets it’s a good knot, hot and heavy, with nice balls to match. He wants to suck on that knot and balls until Namjoon cums again and covers his face in his release.

This adds to his fantasy as he shoves two of his fingers into his mouth and imagines they are either Namjoon’s fingers or his cock. He licks in between his fingers, leaving a mess of saliva as he sucks on them. He presses them down on his tongue and almost chocks himself on them, imagining they belong to Namjoon instead. It’s enough to send him over the edge.

Cleanup is a bitch afterward when he notices the slick drenched the towel. He curses Namjoon again but falls asleep right after his body touches his bed, thoroughly fucked out and sated.

This can’t go on forever, Jungkook knows this and he’s trying to think of a solution. He could always approach Namjoon and possibly try to invite the alpha out, that’s always an option. He isn’t a scared, barely presented omega in high school anymore. He is far more confident now about himself.

Still, his shyness seems to creep up on him whenever he sees Namjoon waiting for the elevator or at the entrance of the apartment building. Jungkook always ends up taking the stairs and telling himself he’s trying to be healthier when in reality, he is shy in the face of Namjoon, painfully so.

He could move. That seems dramatic though and he likes his apartment a lot. Packing takes forever and the actual moving part nearly killed him last time and nearly made his brother disown him from all the arguing, so that’s a no-go. He’ll just have to deal with this calamity the fates have bestowed upon him.

In the end, he decides to try online dating again. He meets a woman, an alpha, and it all goes horribly because during the entire date, all Jungkook can think about is Namjoon. It’s safe to say his date never asks him out again even after Jungkook begs her for a second chance, even standing out in the rain waiting for her.

So, Jungkook is back to his toys and clogging the shower drain. He’s positive the maintenance crew at his apartment hates him since he keeps asking for supplies to unclog it, never for actual help. He is positive he would die if the maintenance crew saw why his drain is actually clogged.

Three weeks later, and Jungkook has been put on a ban from ordering supplies to unclog his drain from the maintenance crew unless he allows them inside to look at the drain. Jungkook silently screams into his hands at work when he gets the email. He makes a mental note to stop on the way home from work for supplies to unclog his drain.

He manages to pick everything up and some supplies for dinner before heading home. He isn’t exactly in the mood to unclog his drain but there are worst things in the world. He tells himself that his dinner will be his reward for cleaning up, yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

Somehow, between relaxing after work and thinking about dinner, he starts fantasizing about Namjoon being here and Jungkook crawling under the table to suck his cock. The fantasy starts off innocent, it’s mostly them dating, because Jungkook is insane and this is his fantasy, and they’re having dinner after a long day.  He made Namjoon’s favorite because his father, an omega himself, has always said the best way to an alpha’s heart is through his stomach and well, Jungkook is nothing but eager to please.

He would serve Namjoon dinner and pretend to drop something, all while dressed nicely, maybe wearing Namjoon’s shirt and nothing else. He’d drop to his knees to get it but instead, end up under the table, and suddenly, he’s on a mission as he crawls toward Namjoon and lays his head on the alpha’s thick thigh (he knows Namjoon has thick thighs, don’t ask him how, just trust him.)

Then, he would take Namjoon’s cock out of his pants and stroke him to hardness, yeah, because he’s a good omega like that and knows how Namjoon likes to be touched. He’d make Namjoon hard while the alpha ate his dinner, then he’d start sucking the tip of his cock, swirling his tongue around to get it nice and wet.

Namjoon in this fantasy would reach down and stroke Jungkook’s hair, calling him a good boy or good omega, or maybe he’s feeling stressed from work and would tell Jungkook, ‘good omega, you know your place here.’

Jungkook would whine around Namjoon’s cock and take it fully into his mouth, desperate for more praise, reaching one hand up to cup Namjoon’s balls while he deepthroated his cock. Eventually, Namjoon finishes his dinner and takes Jungkook’s head between his hands, and starts fucking Jungkook’s mouth, fuck yeah, hard and fast. Jungkook would be good and take it all, he would be a mess of saliva and would be leaking slick on the floor, but it doesn’t matter because Namjoon likes him messy, likes him desperate and eager, likes knowing his omega wants him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses at himself as he realizes he just slicked onto the sofa. He is still horny, so he decides to go to the bathroom and finish the job and clog the drain.

His fantasy continues in the bathroom, and he pretends Namjoon just dragged him there, and now, Namjoon has him hoisted against the bathroom wall and they’re fucking now. It’s the least that he deserves after such a long day.

A week later later and Jungkook’s drain clogs again. It’s a Saturday and instead of relaxing after a long week of work, he has to trek out to buy the supplies to unclog his drain after a rather eventful morning of fucking himself silly with his dildo yet again. It’s raining too and that makes his mood even worse. At least he treats himself to good food from street vendors along the way.

On his way back to his apartment building, he’s so caught up in listening to his music through his headphones, humming along that he doesn’t notice someone trying to get his attention. He’s too lost in his music until they tap him on the shoulder, startling him and nearly making him drop his bag.

He takes out one of his headphones and turns around, thinking it’s one of his older neighbors or someone claiming that he has been doing karaoke far too late in the night. He let the karaoke get away from him once when Jimin and Taehyung, old friends of his, came over. He already promised his landlord it won’t happen again.

It turns out it’s none of those things and in that moment, he wishes it had been because in front of him stands Kim Namjoon, dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie, and a beanie covering his hair. He looks cute and happy, smelling excited as he looks at Jungkook with a pretty dimpled smile.

“Jeon Jungkook?” Namjoon says, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Holy shit, it’s you!” He smiles. “It’s really you.”

Jungkook nods, eyes wide. “Hyung, holy shit,” he mumbles back. “How long has it been?” He asks, knowing damn well he knew the moment Namjoon moved into this place.

“Years,” Namjoon says, nodding in confirmation. “I haven’t seen you since my high school graduation. I don’t know if you remember but your brother and I graduated together,” he goes on, smiling to the point that his dimples pop. “You live here too?” He gestures toward around him.

“Of course, I remember, hyung, how could I ever forget?” Jungkook smiles back. “And, um, yeah, I’ve lived here for almost two years now,” he admits. “When did you move in?” He tries to stay calm, despite his instincts perking up at the sight of Namjoon, screaming ‘alpha, alpha, alpha!’ in his head. He blushes as he thinks back to the graduation Namjoon is referring back to. He’d been far too excited to get the chance to watch Namjoon graduate alongside his brother.

“It’s so good to see you,” Namjoon confesses, making Jungkook’s blood run hot at the confession. He’s practically salivating. “We should hangout some time,” he offers, shaking his head. “You’re just so—wow, older. You were so much smaller and younger the last time I saw you.”

Jungkook’s eyes dilate. “We should,” he agrees, jumping at the invitation. He never once envisioned things playing out this way, this well. “I would love to.”

They keep making conversation in front of the elevator for almost half an hour, catching up, before Namjoon notices the contents of Jungkook’s bag.

“Does your shower drain clog too?” Namjoon asks, crossing his arms across his chest.  

Jungkook bites his bottom lip. “Yeah,” he tries to downplay the situation. “Probably old plumping or something, but the maintenance crew put a temporary ban on my online account so I can’t request new supplies for a while.”

“I could help you unclog it?” Namjoon offers. “Mine has been having similar issues,” he admits with a blush. He almost sounds embarrassed. Jungkook shakes his head, he must be seeing and hearing shit with how horny he is these days. “I’ve become something of a pro at it since I was put on a temporary ban from the maintenance crew myself,” he says with a laugh.

Jungkook blinks. “What?” He asks, stepping to the side when someone brushes past him for the elevator. “Why did they put you on a ban?”

Namjoon waves him off. “Who even knows,” he mumbles, sucking his lips into his mouth. “I’m free right now if you’d like the help,” he offers. “We could do something afterward if you’d like…maybe we could have some ramen or we could chill, I don’t know, I don’t have any plans tonight.”

Jungkook catches half of what Namjoon says but jumps at the opportunity. He doesn’t even know if his apartment is clean or not but fuck it, he’s going for it. This could be his only shot at Kim Namjoon and he sure as hell is going to take it. He can’t wait to tell Jimin and Taehyung. “Okay, let’s do it!”

He means that in more ways than one.

It doesn’t take them long to get to Jungkook’s apartment. It’s fairly clean and Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief at that. Namjoon comes in and takes his shoes and beanie off, looking around at all the small trinkets scattered around Jungkook’s place.

Jungkook excuses himself and scrambles to his bedroom where he shoves the door closed since it reeks of slick in there, courtesy of this morning. He changes into a long shirt and sweatpants as well. He proceeds to run his hands through his messy hair, trying to tame it down. In his fantasies, he always looks good and Namjoon can never resist him. It turns out real life is nowhere near as glamorous considering that his hair isn’t even styled, and he didn’t even exfoliate this morning.

If only he’d known he would be bringing Namjoon back to his place today, he would’ve prepared. Oh well, time to make do the best with what he has.

He nearly hops back to the living room at the realization that Namjoon’s scent is going to linger in his apartment for a few days after tonight. He tries to control himself but seeing Namjoon sit on his sofa is doing things to him, like making him horny. He tries to think of work and all his boring duties, hoping to calm himself down before he does something stupid, like start leaking slick in the alpha’s presence. Who could blame him though…especially considering how good Namjoon smells, musky and spicy.

“Oh,” Namjoon says as he looks at a picture Jungkook has on the TV console. “Is that who I think it is?” He asks, smiling.

Jungkook takes a seat a few spaces away from the alpha on the sofa and looks toward the picture. “Yes,” he answers once he realizes that Namjoon recognizes Jimin and Taehyung, his old friends from high school. They’re still fairly close friends now but adult life has made them busy. Still, he can’t wait to share this grand event with them. They’ve spent years listening to him ramble about his crush on Namjoon, always considering him ‘the one that got away’.

“It’s just been so long,” Namjoon says, leaning back against the sofa. “Everyone is so grown up and older.”

“You’re older too,” Jungkook points out, smiling at the alpha. “Almost thirty.”

Namjoon laughs, eyes closing for a moment like Jungkook just told him a good joke. “Is that a good thing or bad?” He asks.

“Good,” Jungkook rushes to answer. “Really good!” Because only in his greatest fantasies does Jungkook get the pleasure of having a nearly thirty-year-old Kim Namjoon in his nest. His former teenage-self would be screaming and jumping in joy if he only knew.

Namjoon nods. “I can’t believe it’s been so long since I saw you,” he confesses. “You look so much older now, good older…”

“Good older?” Jungkook repeats, smiling as he pulls his legs up to sit on them. This almost feels like they’re flirting but Jungkook isn’t sure if he’s imagining shit again. He’s been known to romanticize things more often than not.

Namjoon nods. “Oh, fuck yes, you don’t even know, Jungkook-ah.”

Holy shit, Namjoon just called him Jungkook-ah! Jungkook-ah. Jungkook swears he hears wedding bells in the distance. He can practically feel Namjoon biting a mating bite onto him.

Jungkook’s scent begins to sweeten. He wants to crawl across the sofa and throw himself into Namjoon’s lap, probably ride him until his legs ache, but that’s not possible.

“Tell me then,” Jungkook mumbles. “I want to know…”

“You want to know what’s good different?” Namjoon grins at him, teeth sharp.

Jungkook imagines those teeth sinking into his skin and nods, swallowing the saliva that pools in his mouth. “Yes, I want to know.” More than anything.

“You’re beautiful,” Namjoon confesses. “I couldn’t believe it was you at first. You looked so similar but different, older, mature. I thought I was imagining things.”

Jungkook beams at Namjoon’s words, holding himself back from purring. To hear Namjoon say he is beautiful makes him feel like he just won the lottery ten times over. He has to be dreaming. He must’ve slipped and hit his head earlier today in the bathroom. Yeah, that’s probably it because what other explanation is there to what is currently taking place?

He must stay quiet for a second too long, too lost in his head, because Namjoon stands up suddenly.

“So, where’s your bathroom?” Namjoon asks, rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt to change the conversation.

Fuck, did Jungkook unintentionally make things awkward? He didn’t mean to! And to think, things were going so well…

“This way, hyung,” Jungkook says, standing up and pointing to a door down the hall. “It can wait though; we could eat first or watch something. I have beer and wine too,” he tries to save the conversation and ease the weird tension. “Ramen too…”

Namjoon walks toward the door he’d pointed at. “The solution takes an hour,” he explains. “I don’t want to forget and leave you to do it on your own. It won’t take long…but a beer after this sounds nice, ramen too.”

Jungkook panics as they walk down the hall toward the bathroom. He tries to keep it from leaking into his scent but starts to fail miserably. He doesn’t even remember picking up the towels he used to try and control the overflow of water mixed with slick this morning. It has to be dry by now, but the smell will linger, it did linger because he can already smell it from the hallway. Can Namjoon smell it? Is this where Jungkook dies? Is it too late to jump out of the window and spare himself? He can’t believe this is going to happen and with his first crush too.

He doesn’t say anything as Namjoon opens the door to the bathroom, too scared to speak and make the situation any worse. He waits with bated breath as the door swings open and the scent of slick smacks them in the face. The smell is nowhere near as heavy as it was this morning but it's still there, lingering, taunting Jungkook.

Namjoon turns to look at Jungkook, eyes wide and nostrils flared. His own scent takes a heady turn, first smelling of surprise then, to Jungkook’s shock, arousal.  

Jungkook’s lips part as he stands in front of Namjoon at the bathroom door. He anxiously wrings his hands together as he tries to make sense of everything. “My drain is clogged,” he whispers, smelling his own scent turn heavy with arousal in response to Namjoon’s and the smell of slick in the air. “You said you would help me unclog it earlier.”

Namjoon nods, tongue peeking out to lick at his lips. “I did say that, yeah,” he agrees, nodding again. “Fuck, I’ll help you, I’m so down, Jungkook-ah.”

“I’ve always wanted you to help me with it,” Jungkook shoots his shot as he fights through the nerves. It’s now or never. “Since I was in high school.”

“Since high school?!” Namjoon repeats, looking at Jungkook in bewilderment. “I didn’t even think you remembered me earlier and you’re telling me you noticed me in high school?”

Jungkook nods. “Since high school.” This time he does nothing to stop the slick from beginning to leak out of him, letting it ruin his sweatpants. Oh well, this is Kim Namjoon after all. “I lied earlier…I did know you lived here, I saw you the day you moved in,” he confesses, blushing from his temples to his neck. “I didn’t think you remembered me either, so I didn’t want to say anything,” he goes on. “I’d forgotten how much I liked you back then but then I saw you again…”

“I didn’t know you lived here but I’d smelled your slick,” Namjoon reveals, taking a step closer.

Jungkook lips part as he closes his eyes and tries to melt into the floor. “Hyung…you smelled my slick?!” He asks, feeling a bit horrified and horny at the same time.

“Kind of hard not to,” Namjoon chuckles. “I knew the smell was coming from somewhere on this floor, but I could never pinpoint where exactly it was coming from. I finally figured it out today when I ran into you. I smelled the scent of your slick first then I saw your pretty face and it all fell into place.”

Jungkook swallows. “Did you like it?” He whispers, stepping back to lean against the wall. “The smell of my slick?”

“Did I like it?” Namjoon grins, stepping closer and caging Jungkook against the wall. Jungkook goes willingly, feeling his cock start to harden from how close Namjoon is now. Fuck, his sweatpants are so ruined. “What do you think, omega?”

Jungkook smiles at him, feeling the hard outline of the alpha’s cock against him, making him leak even more. “I think you should show me how much you liked it,” he challenges the alpha, lips parting when Namjoon rests his hands on Jungkook’s hips and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants. The faintest brush of Namjoon’s thumbs on Jungkook’s bare skin makes goosebumps rise on Jungkook’s skin.

“I’ll show you…If you’re ready,” Namjoon whispers. “And if you’ll let me.”

Jungkook jumps in response, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s neck and his legs around the alpha’s waist. He pulls the alpha in for a kiss, desperate and sloppy, clanking their teeth together as their mouths meet in a desperate haze. His patience has run out and nothing will stop him now; this alpha is his for the taking. He’s been wanting Namjoon for far too long now and he won’t be wasting another moment.

Namjoon growls into the kiss, gripping Jungkook by the back of the thighs, fingers pressing into his skin through his sweatpants. It’s hot. It’s everything Jungkook has ever wanted. Namjoon’s mouth tastes good, a mixture of smoke and coffee, it’s heaven for Jungkook and the slick he’s leaking proves just how much he likes it. This is better than any of his fantasies, holy shit.

“How do you want it?” Namjoon asks, pulling away for a moment. His lips are slick with spit and Jungkook’s inner omega preens with delight at the sight. This is his alpha, if only for right now, and he plans to take full advantage of that fact.

“I want it rough,” Jungkook whispers, grinning when Namjoon growls at him. He tilts his head back against the wall and offers his throat, gasping when Namjoon leans in and bites him. “Yes, yes, yes!” He whines, closing his eyes and letting Namjoon make a mess of his throat.

He gasps when Namjoon sucks at his scent gland, thinking back to his fantasies yet again. Namjoon’s hands dig into Jungkook’s thighs, so hard his fingers must be leaving behind indents in his skin through his sweatpants. Oh shit, Jungkook isn’t going to survive this and they’re only just getting started.

“Sofa,” Jungkook whines, pulling Namjoon’s head away from his neck. It already feels tender, making Jungkook wonder what the skin must look like now that Namjoon has gotten his teeth into him.

It’s all he has to say before Namjoon carries him over to the living room like he weighs nothing. And fuck, does that make Jungkook even hornier. He’s a beefy omega and to know there’s an equally beefy alpha carrying him around right now that’s not even breaking a sweat is making his toes curl. He pretends they’re in the past when mating runs were a thing and Namjoon has just managed to capture him in the wilderness. Currently, he’s being carried back to the alpha’s den for the knotting of his life.

Namjoon tosses Jungkook over the back of the sofa on his stomach, ass to the air. He pulls Jungkook’s sweatpants and underwear off him in one go, running his hands all over the newly exposed skin.

“Fuck,” Jungkook whispers, panting into the fabric of his sofa. They’re about to ruin his sofa but he doesn’t even care not when his cock is throbbing between his legs, desperate for Namjoon to touch him, and his hole is leaking.

He preens when Namjoon’s hands spread his cheeks apart, letting the cold air-conditioned air hit his hole. He can’t believe this is happening, this has to be a dream, a very horny dream where he’s no doubt ruining his nest yet again.

“Can I?” Namjoon asks him. He’s so close to Jungkook’s hole that his warm breath fans over it, making the omega shiver and push back against him. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I first smelled it—smelled you.”

“Yesss,” Jungkook begs, reaching forward to grip a sofa cushion. He gaps when Namjoon brings down one hand on his ass, smacking him. “Fuck,” he mumbles. “More.”

Namjoon doesn’t have to be told twice. He spanks Jungkook again, making Jungkook gasp into the fabric.

“Good, omega,” Namjoon praises him, making Jungkook leak more slick at the words. “Oh, you liked that?” His tone sounds amused.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, instead, pushes his ass back, making the message clear. Namjoon chuckles and doesn’t waste another second, he leans forward and licks a stripe up Jungkook’s hole, tongue eager and hot.

In Jungkook’s fantasies, Namjoon always eats him out like he’s been starved, desperate, and eager and he comes to find that real-life Namjoon is even better. Namjoon sucks and fucks his tongue into Jungkook’s hole, eager to please the omega.

Jungkook preens and reaches a hand back to tangle it in Namjoon’s hair, pressing the alpha’s face more into him. Namjoon doesn’t disappoint, he keeps licking until Jungkook’s breath hitches, thrusting his tongue in at a faster pace that makes Jungkook see stars.

Namjoon reaches a hand forward and wraps it around Jungkook’s cock, thumbing at the head. He jerks him off while sucking at his hole, making Jungkook leak slick like there’s no tomorrow. The combination is too much to handle and soon, he’s cumming all over the sofa and Namjoon’s hand.

“Good omega,” Namjoon praises him as he stands up, smacking Jungkook’s ass once more.

Namjoon moves them onto the sofa and proceeds to sink three fingers into Jungkook, spreading him open, making Jungkook moan at the feeling. Jungkook loves the feeling of being stuffed full, even more when it’s Namjoon doing it. His fingers are nice and long, spreading Jungkook open, probably covered in slick by now.

“Look at you,” Namjoon groans, looking down at where his fingers are fucking Jungkook open. Jungkook leans back against his arms, legs spread in front of Namjoon.

The sound of squelching fills the space around them, making Jungkook slick even more. “Perfect omega, holy shit, you’re so perfect,” Namjoon coos.

Jungkook closes his eyes and grinds down on Namjoon’s fingers, loving the feeling. God, he can’t even imagine what Namjoon’s cock and knot are going to feel like. He’s going to ascend at the rate he’s going at. His cock is already filling up again, eager for Namjoon’s touch.

“More,” Jungkook demands, although, it sounds more like a whine. He tosses his shirt off. “I’m ready.”

Namjoon thrusts his fingers into Jungkook faster, reaching forward to suck Jungkook’s nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, sucking on it until Jungkook hisses. He keeps moving his fingers when Jungkook starts to whine more and more.

He pulls off Jungkook’s nipple slowly, letting his teeth scrape across it. “You’re ready?” He asks, reaching over to pinch Jungkook’s other nipple between his finger and thumb, pulling on the bud to make Jungkook react.

Jungkook nods, feeling the drool run down his chin. “I want your cock, alpha,” he demands. “Now.”

Namjoon smirks at him, amused and pleased. He pulls his hand free and brings it up to his lips, sucking the slick off his fingers. He moans around them, making Jungkook’s eyes dilate at the sight.

Jungkook sits up on his knees and comes closer. “Good?” He asks.

“Good,” Namjoon swears, shoving two spit-covered fingers into Jungkook’s mouth for him to taste.

Jungkook whines around Namjoon’s fingers, beaming when they press on his tongue, slicking even more. He can taste himself and Namjoon on them. He moans when Namjoon wraps his free hand around Jungkook’s throat, pressing his fingers further into his mouth, making Jungkook a mess of saliva.

“How do you want me?” Namjoon asks, pulling his fingers out of Jungkook’s mouth to strip off his clothes. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Jungkook closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. He doesn’t even know how he wants to be fucked; just knows he wants it. Missionary would be nice, then he could see Namjoon’s face. Presenting would make Namjoon go insane. Riding wouldn’t be bad either, plus he’d be able to kiss Namjoon. There are so many options…

He jumps when Namjoon presses his thumb against Jungkook’s lips and caresses his lips.

“Alpha, let me suck your cock first,” Jungkook mumbles, licking at Namjoon’s thumb when he gets an idea. “Please.”

“Go on, no one is stopping you,” Namjoon whispers, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips.

Jungkook doesn’t have to be told twice. He pushes Namjoon down on the sofa and positions himself over Namjoon, putting his ass in the alpha’s face while he gets a face full of thick alpha cock, ready to be devoured.

Namjoon smacks Jungkook’s ass again in rapid succession, making Jungkook grasp as he leans down to start sucking his cock. He will not lie; he might’ve chosen this position, so Namjoon got a nice view of his ass and hole. He wants to give Namjoon a good show and a reason to come back.

Jungkook moans around Namjoon’s cock, drooling all over it, and doing his best to take it all in. In this position, he can easily grip Namjoon’s balls, making the alpha groan and smack him again. Jungkook’s ass is on fire right now and it’s making him preen, knowing Namjoon likes him like this.

He starts bobbing his head, up and down until he can’t take anymore without gagging. Namjoon’s cock feels good in his mouth, filling him up nicely. It smells good too, smells like Namjoon and musk, smells like alpha. He keeps one hand around Namjoon’s cock and uses the other one for the alpha’s balls, working Namjoon in every way he knows how to. Namjoon certainly has no complaints as he moans and mouths at Jungkook’s ass, kneading it and occasionally running his fingers over Jungkook’s slick hole.

Jungkook feels so good like this, knowing he’s pleasing his alpha and because he has a got a cock in his mouth. Soon, he’ll have a cock in his hole and just the thought makes him moan around Namjoon’s cock.

He decides that he wants to be fucked on all fours then, face down, ass up. He’s always been a romantic and tends to enjoy the more traditional way of doing things, like being fucked in the proper breeding position. It’s the best way to take and enjoy a knot after all, well at least according to him.

It’s an easy transition. Namjoon slides out from under him and gets on his knees behind Jungkook. He shoves two cushions underneath Jungkook’s stomach to make sure the omega is nice and comfortable, like the good alpha that he is.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to present. He tries his best to get into position, ass up, face down, and wiggle his backside in hopes of enticing the alpha. He knows the back of his thighs are drenched in slick, leaking onto his cock. He’s a mess.

Namjoon scoots closer, clicking his tongue in what Jungkook hopes is admiration. He grabs Jungkook by the waist from behind, pulling him back and deepening the position. “Good boy,” Namjoon praises him, growling in appreciation when Jungkook arches his back more. “Such a good omega,” he coos. “Are you ready for alpha’s cock?”

Jungkook whines. His hole feels so empty. He’s ready, holy shit, he’s ready. He’s been ready for Namjoon to fuck him since the alpha moved into his apartment building. “Yes, yes, yes, please,” he begs, reaching one hand back to pull his cheeks apart, showing Namjoon his hole even more. “Just for you, please, fuck it raw,” he whines. “I want to feel you, alpha.”

Namjoon drops one hand from Jungkook’s waist, probably reaching for his cock. The slick sound of Namjoon jerking himself confirms it. He taps the head of his cock against Jungkook’s hole, taunting the omega as he smears his precum all over it. “You want my cock, omega?”

“Want your cock so bad, alpha,” Jungkook confirms, throwing his ass back in hopes of catching it on his hole. A man can dream. “Please.”

Namjoon gives him what he wants. He presses his cock into Jungkook, slowly, groaning at the feel of Jungkook wrapped around him.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open at finally getting Namjoon’s cock in him. It’s hot and heavy, filling him to the brim and then some. He whines when Namjoon presses his cock into the hilt, leaning over Jungkook and kissing his back dimples. He whines in delight when Namjoon’s tongue licks at his back, tracing patterns into the skin.

“Move, please,” Jungkook begs, grinning when Namjoon sits up again and grips his hips, growling. “Fuck me.”

Namjoon growls again and grips Jungkook’s hips more firmly, using his grip to start a brutal pace. He pulls his cock out to the tip before thrusting back in fully, making Jungkook scream in relief and delight. “I’ll fuck you, omega, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t ever want anyone else.”

I already don’t, Jungkook thinks as Namjoon fucks him, drooling onto the sofa. He clenches around Namjoon’s cock, preening when the alpha hisses at the sensation.  “I don’t want anyone else,” he babbles, drooling again as Namjoon thrusts forward, slapping his balls against Jungkook as he fucks him. The room is filled with the sound of their bodies smacking together. “Just you, alpha, just you.”

Namjoon hums, picking up the pace. “You keep saying shit like that and I’m going to fall in love with you,” he threatens, tightening his grip on Jungkook’s hips to the point that it stings a little.

Jungkook moans, like he’s in a damn porn video, from the pain of Namjoon’s grip. It feels so fucking good he might die right here. It would be a happy death, he thinks. Namjoon’s cock is hot and snug inside him, fucking into him and making a mess of slick all over the both of them. All he can hear is the sound of their bodies slapping against each other, only feeding more into Jungkook’s arousal. His eyes roll in the back of his head from the pleasure.

“Bite me then,” Jungkook eggs Namjoon on, trapped in a haze now, all thanks to Namjoon’s amazing cock. “Make me yours,” he growls himself, envisioning Namjoon’s canines sinking into his scent gland. He clenches around Namjoon’s cock as he daydreams.

Namjoon drops a hand from his hips to smack Jungkook’s ass. “Don’t ask for stuff you don’t mean,” he growls back, reaching forward to press his hand down in between Jungkook’s shoulder blades.

Jungkook lets Namjoon push him down and make his back arch even more. “Who said I didn’t mean it?” He whines, breath hitching when Namjoon moves his hand to press down against his nape, making him submit even more. “Come on,” he taunts the alpha. “Be a proper alpha and give me what I want.”

Namjoon growls in response and gives Jungkook a hard squeeze on his nape, making Jungkook’s cock throb. He surprises the omega when he pulls out, making Jungkook suddenly open his eyes at the empty feeling, worried he might’ve pushed the alpha too far.

Jungkook doesn’t get a chance to complain at the loss because Namjoon is already flipping him over onto his back and shoving his cock back into him. He grabs Jungkook’s thighs and throws the omega’s legs over his shoulders, starting to fuck him with more intent than before.

“I’ll,” thrust, “show,” thrust, “you,” thrust, “a proper alpha,” he growls, jackhammering into Jungkook and pulling the omega down on his cock like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do in this life.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open at the sensation as Namjoon fucks him. He cums all over himself and Namjoon but the alpha doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking him through his orgasm. “Knot me,” he pleads. “Make me yours,” he whines. “Don’t stop.”

“Mine,” Namjoon groans, bringing Jungkook down onto his cock again and again. “‘M gonna knot you, omega, breed you full.”

“Yessss,” Jungkook growls, biting his bottom lip when he starts to feel Namjoon’s knot start to form and rub against his hole. “Want your knot,” he moans, instincts going wild at the promise of one. “So bad, have always wanted you.”

“Always?” Namjoon asks, looking dazed at the confession. “You mean that?” He groans, growling again as his knot gets bigger and starts to catch on Jungkook’s hole.

Jungkook nods, feeling his thighs start to shake. He takes them off Namjoon’s shoulder. He uses the leverage to grab onto Namjoon’s shoulders and bring himself up to wrap his arms around Namjoon’s neck and his shaky legs around Namjoon’s waist, impaling himself onto Namjoon’s cock.

“Knot me,” he begs, settling himself nicely into Namjoon’s lap.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Namjoon swears, putting his hands on Jungkook’s ass to help steady him. He reaches with one hand toward Jungkook’s hole and rubs against it, feeling how his cock stretches it out. “You feel so good around me.”

Jungkook rocks in Namjoon’s lap. “Love your cock, alpha,” he confesses, closing his eyes. He holds on tight when Namjoon’s knot gets bigger and starts bullying its way into his hole.

Namjoon holds Jungkook still in his lap and starts slowly thrusting up until he manages to fuck his knot inside, making both of them moan at the sensation of being locked together. “Good, omega,” Namjoon praises him, still tracing Jungkook’s hole with his fingers. “Did so good, took it all.”

Jungkook turns into mush when Namjoon’s cum starts flooding into him. He rests his head in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, wrapped around the alpha. He’s panting, licking at Namjoon’s sweaty skin, and clinging happily to him. He still can’t believe this is real life and not a fantasy. He might never believe it.

“Still want that bite?” Namjoon whispers as the mood turns comfortable. He rubs a hand up and down Jungkook’s back as he leans against the sofa, letting Jungkook rest in his lap.

Jungkook nods, feeling bratty now that the ache is setting in. He shivers when cum floods into him again from the move but takes it happily. This is his happy place, he thinks, speared on Namjoon’s knot in the middle of the afternoon while the rain falls outside. The mood is cozy since he keeps the lights off in his apartment, replaced with dim, colorful ones that line the floors and walls.

Namjoon noses at Jungkook’s sweaty hair and nuzzles his way down until he reaches Jungkook’s neck. It isn’t the side where his scent gland is but Jungkook doesn’t care. He knows they would be foolish to mate like this. He’s positive his older brother would skin Namjoon alive if he heard the alpha bit him without even courting him first, right after Jimin and Taehyung got a hit in. Seokjin might come after Jungkook as well, so he figures it’s for the best that they don’t do anything rash.

Namjoon bites down on Jungkook’s neck, digging his teeth into the soft skin. Jungkook moans at the sensation, slicking up again and tightening around Namjoon’s knot. It feels so good, to be bitten and knotted.

“Good, alpha,” Jungkook quietly praises Namjoon as his eyes start to flutter closed.

Jungkook smiles against Namjoon’s neck, happy for once that a clogged drain full of slick brought them together. He’ll gladly take a hundred years of suffering from clogged drains if it leads to him being bred, bitten, and knotted at the end of the day.

He falls asleep in Namjoon’s lap as the rain continues to fall. Namjoon throws a blanket over them, whispering that after they wake up, he’ll help clean up and unclog Jungkook’s drain. Jungkook doesn’t care about his drain right now, too happy to still be stuffed full of knot, but also filled to the brim with what feels like the beginning of love.