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Yoongi isn't quite sure if he's breathing, but he does feel air pushing out of his lungs as Seokjin presses him against the wall, so there must have been something in there.
It's cool against the back of his head, but Seokjin’s jacket is warm and large. It hides Seokjin’s hands from the people at the bar mere meters away, as they slip up and down his sides. Anyone could walk around the corner. Glance over the shadowed wall and let their eyes linger for too long. Anyone could see.
The hands follow Yoongi’s spine, they slip up, over his back, almost cupping Yoongi's neck- Yoongi's inner alpha wakes with a growl, rearing its head to fight off this- and then the hands are down again.
All the way down, fingers sticking in under Yoongi’s belt, into his too tight pants. Seokjin’s hands are strong, but slim, pushing their way in- and then Yoongi is pulled against a warm chest by the meat of his ass cheeks.
Plush lips press back against Yoongi’s. They’re so pretty, so demanding. Yoongi is doing his best but whenever he seems to gain a moment of control over the omega now completely cornering him, he's pushed back and kissed even harder.
Yoongi tries to move and a strong thigh is pressed between his legs, threatening to make his knot appear. He tries to get taller, and his hips are pressed forward to make him lean backwards, entirely dependent on Seokjin’s firm grip and the solid wall he has chosen for them. He’s off balance. He is not doing a good job dominating this omega.
Fuck.
Seokjin lets go of Yoongi's lips, leaning his head mere millimeters away but somehow making blistering eye contact.
"Chin up."
Yoongi growls. He tilts his head back.
Seokjin smiles. Softer, now that Yoongi listens. It makes Yoongi feel warm in a way he is not going to think about further. Strong hands slip out of Yoongi’s pants, curling over his waist instead- thumbs digging into his soft tummy- and then lips press against Yoongi's Addams apple. He's going to make a mark. It kind of makes Yoongi want to growl… or pop a knot right there.
"So good," Seokjin pulls Yoongi's shirt to the side, kissing up the curve of his neck. "Such a good alpha for me.” Sharp teeth press over soft skin. So easily breakable…
Yoongi’s alpha growls.
"Quiet, baby," and just like that the mad alpha is gone and Yoongi feels a bit like putty.
A warm tongue follows the lines of his neck carefully, finding his scentgland and drilling in with unforgiving force- as if he's trying to make a bond with only his tongue. Yoongi sinks further down with evert breath, soon sitting on Seokjin’s thigh between his legs and grinding helplessly as a necklace of hickeys are painted across his throat.
Hands slip around inside his shirt, big hands curling around his waist, almost meeting in the middle, running over his chest, rubbing his nipples, even curling into his armpits as Yoongi slowly loses himself.
He feels entirely hidden from the world, captured and held carefully. Seokjin is much taller and broader than Yoongi- unusual for an omega, but Yoongi won't complain.
When he walked up to the bar, eyes eternally stuck on Seokjin’s pretty lips, he had thought he would meet an alpha. There's just something about his size and confidence and his aura... it's so far from any omega Yoongi has ever known- any omega who has slept with him once and then decided that maybe they need to go separate ways. That Yoongi isn't quite alpha enough- no offence…
Yoongi really hopes Seokjin doesn't have high expectations for his alpha-ness, because Yoongi has never felt quite as submissive as he feels right now- maybe outside of rut, but then he's usually up for presenting to anyone, including omega boyfriends.
"My place?" Seokjin whispers. His voice is deeper, raspy against Yoongi's ear. It sends a shiver through him.
"Please," Yoongi agrees, using what little body control he has to press closer against Seokjin’s chest. He wants into that neck. Seokjin smells much better than anyone Yoongi has met before. His arousal is sharp and thick, and it seems to fog over Yoongi's mind too, making his own arousal unbearable. "Please, hyung, I gotta cum first, hyung-"
Seokjin’s teeth run across Yoongi's jugular and then there's a hand in his hair- pressing him into Seokjin’s scentgland- and the thigh between his legs is moving, pressing closer, pushing him against the wall. Yoongi can smell Seokjin in his soul, cock throbbing and heat building. There is only Seokjin and the heat and then the pleasure.
Yoongi thinks he blacked out for a moment, waking up to a water bottle to his lips, sitting sideways in Seokjin’s lap, looking out onto the bar from a padded booth. "You back, kitten?"
Yoongi hums. The front of his pants are sticky, but nicely zipped up and hidden by Seokjin’s thick denim jacket. He feels a little floaty- soft. A warm hand curls around the side of his face, tilting it up, and a soft kiss is pressed to his lips.
"Yoongi-yah?"
Yoongi nods slowly. He feels good. Claimed, kind of. Seokjin’s scent is all over him, he is all over Seokjin. His core is pleasantly sore and his hair is a little sweaty at the roots.
"Hyung," he leans back into Seokjin’s hold. He's never met an omega so strong- able to hold all of Yoongi's body weight in one arm without even a twitch of strain on that beautiful face.
"Hello, baby. You disappeared for a moment."
Yoongi nods. More than a moment probably, seeing as they are somewhere else than they were, but he doesn't comment. He feels content in whatever has happened. He would just like to stay in Seokjin’s arms for a while more.
"You're... really good at that."
"Thank you, sweetie, most people think so."
Yoongi blinks his eyes clear, alpha murmuring disgruntledly in his chest- and then it’s gone. Just Seokjin’s strong scent as the omega licks over the scent gland on his neck. His alpha seeming to have disappeared completely.
"Would you like to come home with me now?" Seokjin smiles, abnormally sharp teeth scraping against the sensitive middle of Yoongi's gland, one thought away from making a very permanent claim, right here at the bar.
There is something strange about this omega. Something in his scent or body language or the way he tames Yoongi's alpha with a single touch.
Something is wrong, very wrong...
"Yes," Yoongi leans his head back a little further, giving free access to the span of his neck. "Yes please, hyung."
-
Seokjin’s apartment is very big, maybe built to be a pack apartment, though Yoongi can't smell anyone else.
The walls are packed with Seokjin’s scent, as if he has marked every wall and surface with his slick- though Yoongi suspects that it's actually just the sheer strength of the scent. Seokjin needs only be somewhere before it smells like him. Yoongi smells like him.
"Shoes off, kitten," Seokjin reminds, already setting Yoongi down to take them off for him.
He puts them away on a low shelf, and immediately starts taking his own jacket off Yoongi too. (Yoongi had been sure he didn't need one when he left home, but it had become cooler outside as the evening progressed and when Seokjin suggested he could wear that warm, heavily scented, oversized, baby pink, denim jacket, there was just nothing Yoongi could do to make himself say no.)
They move to the living room, Seokjin in front pulling Yoongi along by the small of his back, hand tucked up under Yoongi's loose sweater.
It's large, with a sofa section, a dining section, and in the corner, right where wall-high large windows meet, there is a sunken nest. It's over a meter deep into the floor and cushioned on all sides. Every bit of it is carefully filled with soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Yoongi has never seen anything like it. It's like a nest from a movie, designed by a whole team of experts and made with the very best materials on the market.
But this one smells like Seokjin. It lays over it almost like fog. Yoongi is sure that if he were to step in there, he would never get the scent out of his pores. He is sure that thing must be more permanent than a mating bite- and Yoongi fears he doesn't have much against it.
He could be Seokjin’s. He'd like to be Seokjin's.
"You wanna go in, baby? Or is it too much? We could have something to eat instead,"
Yoongi shakes his head. No. No, this nest is something else and Yoongi needs to spend as much time as possible in it. He needs to know how Seokjin changes when he has Yoongi in his nest. When he has Yoongi in that most primal way.
"How," Yoongi breathes. The scent is almost making him a bit dizzy. He wants to sink into it and disappear for a while. Maybe hump some cushions. "How is it so... so strong?"
Seokjin tilts his head beside him, his smile is tiny, but almost a little blinding. His hand on Yoongi's back is burning. Fuck Yoongi is going to pop a knot entirely untouched-
"I am strong, kitten," a soft kiss is pressed to the side of Yoongi's neck, a hand pulls on his hair, head tilting back. "I am not quite what you would expect from an omega, am I?"
Yoongi shakes his head, tries to. Seokjin's grip is like a steel collar and his instincts seem to have laid themselves entirely flat. He just wants to be good for Seokjin.
"No, hyung, I don’t know-"
Seokjin bites down, gently. A nip. He's nipping Yoongi. He's nipping an alpha.
Why the fuck doesn't this alpha care.
"I am not an omega, Yoongi-yah. Is that alright with you?"
Yoongi nods. Pauses. But- "what are you then?"
Seokjin licks over the little mark on Yoongi’s neck, sending shivers down his spine and placing more strain on Yoongi's growing knot.
"I am something else… something a bit rarer, maybe. How about you call me your omnia instead?"
"What does-" Yoongi might cry if someone doesn't touch his knot soon. "What does that mean?"
"It means I'm going to take very good care of you."
Yoongi stumbles into the nest the moment Seokjin lets go of him. He falls to his knees. It's so soft. The softest nest he has ever been in maybe, he doesn’t know how he's even going to move. He will just sink down into the soft fibers and disappear.
"Pants off, kitten,"
Yoongi falls to his back, hands scrambling to his belt, but he can't seem to get it off. The buttons are too complicated, why did he pick the fancy pants, and his fingers are as wobbly as the rest of him-
Strong fingers curl around his own, and then his pants are pulled off in one move. Seokjin is too strong. Too precise. How the fuck is Yoongi going to survive this.
His sweater is next, then his t-shirt, and then he's left in only his boxers, flat on his back and practically unable to move as he sinks further into the mattress, with an omega- omnia on top of him.
Seokjin is dressed, still, leaned over Yoongi's upper body. Fuck, Yoongi wishes he worked out more. His stomach is soft and moldable in a way that is only desirable in an omega, as he has been told many times before- and he can't even find the strength to sit up.
He should be taking control, should be sitting where Seokjin sits and doing his best to bring them pleasure- but every time he twitches to sit up, there is a strong hand on his shoulder and he is flat on the mattress, a warm mouth closing in over one nipple and- oh...
"Baby," Seokjin is smiling. God, his scent must be some kind of aphrodisiac. "Did you knot your underwear? So sweet for me, aren’t you?"
And Yoongi can only nod. A soft hiccup forcing its way out of him. Fuck he's crying again why does he always cry? Omegas don't like when he cries, it's not dominant or in control-
Seokjin’s hand slips over his aching knot, curling long fingers all around the base of it and squeezing down hard.
God, Yoongi is going to cum again.
"One more, baby. For me." Seokjin leans down, hand hard around Yoongi, and kisses along the length of his neck, down to his gland.
"I could claim you right now, you know," plush lips press against him, Yoongi can almost feel the teeth. How he would be claimed. "One of the perks of my particular situation..."
Oh. No way.
"You wouldn't even need to bite me back. Presenting your neck so prettily..."
Yoongi can't breathe. The air is Seokjin’s, he's taking Seokjin deep into his lungs. It's seeping into his brain. Into his blood. It tingles sometimes and then it burns. He's set on fire, and it's all Seokjin’s.
"Good boy. Coming so nicely for your omnia."
Yoongi’s chest heaves. His knot is pulsating in Seokjin’s grip. Fuck he's not going to be able to do it again. He's not going to be able to knot this beautiful creature on top of him.
Seokjin removes his shirt, pulls it past his head so the muscle of his broad chest and shoulder shifts and flows in a way that makes it impossible not to look. He is so beautiful. So broad. He could cover all of Yoongi so easily. Keep him hidden and stuck in this beautiful nest forever.
"You want to knot me, baby?"
Yoongi nods. Shakes his head. "Hyungie, I can't- hyung," soft sobs break the sentence. He wants to. He really wants to- but he's gone twice already, and he’s so sore-
"You will, alright? Trust omnia.”
And Yoongi agrees. Of course he does. This is his omnia. Omnia knows. Omnia is so pretty as he removes his skintight jeans, as he kisses along every curve of Yoongi’s soft tummy and chest, as he manhandles Yoongi into the middle of the nest.
Yoongi is on his back, sunken deep into the fluffy mattress. He can't seem to move a muscle under the heavy scent. It lays over him like a blanket.
His mind quietens.
Warmth encapsulates him.
Seokjin is sinking down.
He is warm and soft and presses tight against every ridge of Yoongi's being. It feels almost as if he has taken all of Yoongi into himself, not just his cock, keeping him warm and safe from the world.
A warm body folds over Yoongi's chest. Plush lips press to his neck, down his chest, sharp teeth on his nipples.
"Breathe." Seokjin commands. Yoongi breathes.
Seokjin is heavy over him, like a weighted blanket or a collapsed building. Or like a grave. Like a womb. Maybe this is Yoongi's rebirth. He doesn't think he is quite the person he used to be.
"Kitten," Seokjin whispers. Yoongi is Seokjin’s kitten. No one has called him that before, but Seokjin has every right to. Yoongi is his. It is clear now.
"Knot me." Seokjin commands.
Yoongi knots.
-
The knot stays. All Yoongi knows is that he can't knot for more than a few minutes, but that it has been an eternity. He knows that knotting doesn't feel this good- doesn’t feel this life altering.
Seokjin smells a little like him now. Filled with his cum. Yoongi has marked his omnia, just a little, just enough.
"Baby," Seokjin kisses the soft skin right behind Yoongi's ear. "My little alpha,"
Yoongi hums. He isn't tall, but he is somewhat broad, and his hands are relatively big. He doesn't feel big though. Not under Seokjin.
"You slicked up."
Oh.
"Hyungie- omnia," Yoongi's voice is too weak. He closes his mouth. How is he still knotting? Seokjin has locked him in himself, milking him for all he's worth... and there is a strong hand on his hip, falling down past his cheeks, slipping in-between.
"Right here, baby," a long, thick finger breaks his rim. "All wet for me."
The finger sinks deeper. Slides in as if that is where he belongs, and maybe it does. Every little shift against Yoongi's walls seems to be going straight to his knot. He might be coming again, thighs twitching helplessly and vision falling away.
"Hyung-"
"It's what I thought as soon as I saw you, sweetie," Seokjin is whispering, leaning over Yoongi's chest and gently thrusting the finger. "You're just a sweetheart, aren't you? That little knot of yours is too small to be anything but decor anyway, hm?"
He smiles. Another finger plays at Yoongi's rim.
"Do you need omnia to help you feel good?"
Yoongi nods. Of course. Always.
Seokjin slips off his knot as if it isn't the most enlarged it has ever been, and Yoongi is immediately distracted from the way it immediately deflates into nothing as two fingers slip inside. Yoongi realizes he has never been so full before- but it has also never been so easy. He's leaking. Leaking all over Seokjin’s beautiful nest and hands, opening up for it as if his body is made to.
Seokjin flips him to his stomach, curled over a very large pillow, hips tilted up and legs spread apart. He is presenting- something inherently wrong, but it feels so right. His knot is nowhere to be seen, cock only half hard. He knows they're no use now.
Seokjin wants his hole and Yoongi's body is listening without question.
"You were just sitting there at the bar, looking so small and alone, you know," Yoongi nods. He remembers being sad- stressed. That life that seems so far away as Seokjin kisses down the length of his spine, lips playing over his rim for just a moment. Teasing, almost.
"I knew you were mine right away. I have a good sense of smell."
Seokjin’s cock slides inside and Yoongi realizes that he had not taken the time to look at it.
It's bigger. Seokjin is bigger than Yoongi- pressing against his walls and filling him up as if he is the omega. As if Yoongi is the one who must be bred and cared for.
"Don't slip into heat now, darling, we don't want you getting pregnant quite so soon."
Yoongi blinks, mind clearing for maybe a second. "I don't have, omnia I can't do-"
"I can make you if you want, baby, don't worry about that."
And then Seokjin is fucking.
He is quick, sharp, he knows Yoongi's every button, knows where to go and how hard. He leans over Yoongi's back, warm and safe, thrusting so it feels like Yoongi's soul might just be pushed out of his mouth.
The room is darker, the sun having left them for the dim yellow streetlights outside the window. Yoongi is cumming again, untouched, right onto Seokjin’s pretty pillow.
Seokjin keeps going. Yoongi comes again.
Seokjin comes, keeps going, Yoongi sleeps.
The sun rises to Yoongi in Seokjin’s arms, back to chest, one arm snuck under to hold his tummy and one arm curled protectively over his knot.
Seokjin is still inside, not quite knotted, but not not knotted either. Still, the sheets are changed. They're covered by soft duvets and Yoongi has a small pink teddy curled into one hand.
"You were adamant about keeping it close." Seokjin whispers, clearly amused.
"It's a nice teddy." Yoongi sighs. He might come again, maybe. He's hungry. Leaking, still.
"Juice?" A plastic straw is pressed against Yoongi's lips, he sips. Sweet apples. Good.
"Bite?" Yoongi murmurs. Leaning his head to the side.
Seokjin is smiling against his neck. Yoongi can recognize it already. He wants to recognize every part of Seokjin. Wants to know him inside out. Wants to smell like him forever.
"Sure, kitten, but how about a dinner date first?"