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The past weeks have gone by quickly. There wasn’t much to move into Doctor Min’s home from his little studio apartment. It’s farther away from the community college he was taking a few classes at, but he never has to take the bus again, not with Doctor Min insisting on driving him to and from every class. Luckily their schedules line up perfectly.
It allowed him more free time to follow all of Doctor Min’s medical suggestions at his leisure. Like checking to see if the taste of his slick and precum had begun to change to that promised sweeter, headier aphrodisiac. At the end of every Wednesday and Friday, Hoseok would spend the afternoon bathing, lathering himself with unscented soaps and shampoos, scrubbing the day's scents off his skin, along with his scent blocker.
And only after drying off would he pad into Doctor Min’s spacious bedroom, leaving his towel behind to pick up all the fluffy blankets and pillows out of their nesting closet. He was initially confused, directed over to Doctor Min’s home after his first Omegan doctor’s visit to a well-decorated, but empty home. No other Omegas inside, no hint of a mate or pups.
He’d snooped around Doctor Min’s home, finding his age on some important documents on his office desk: 47 years old to his 22 years old. He must have worked hard to become a doctor and never had the time to find a mate. But inside a few closets were piles of soft blankets and pillows, right where Doctor Min had told him they’d be. His directions over the phone were very clear; make a nest to claim his inner Omega, make himself feel safe and at home.
Doctor Min had been so sweet…coming home that same day to curl around Hoseok and play with his cock as he explained all the changes that would soon come with his presentation. Breast growth, even just fattening up to an A-cup. Slicking more regularly, to the point it may drive his sex drive up. His cock could even get fatter than it already was, even though Doctor Min’s big, hot hands wrapped around it so nicely, even to the point of it disappearing in his hand.
His deep voice always comes back to his mind, his praise, the little kisses in his fluffy brown hair as he rumbled against him, “Lovely baby Omega, with such a thick cock. Blessed, I wonder if it’s a good sign of your fertility. Usually we would be able to tell by slick production, but since your glands have just started, cock thickness amongst Omegas are the next tell-tale sign.” His breathy, deep voice had Hoseok curling into his neck and licking off his scent-blocking tape.
He wishes his nose had developed as well as Doctor Min’s, his mind blanking frustratingly on the delicious scent that reminded him of summer and spring, of spices and deep notes he couldn’t place. He channeled his frustrations into his nest, laying out another soft blanket on top of their bedding and piling the pillows high around the head and side of the bed.
He laid himself out on top of the made nest, and spread his legs. He’d propped up all their pillows so he could lean back and fist his cock leisurely, Doctor Min’s deep, purring voice guiding him in his mind:
“You should be able to taste it, too, Hoseok-ssi. Make sure to check up on it as these next weeks go by.”
Hoseok twists his hand loosely around his cockhead, precum dribbling out onto his palm. He lifts his hand and stares at it scrutinizingly before licking a broad, flat stripe across his palm to gather all his arousal on his taste buds. He doesn’t swallow it down, instead pressed his tongue to the roof of his watering mouth, closing his eyes to really focus on his taste.
Doctor Min told him it’d get sweeter, closer to his presentation date. He had said by next moon, but he’s past the average age of presentation at 22, and his taste hasn’t changed over the past three weeks. Still salty and unpresented. But Doctor Min had told him he could taste the edge of sweetness. Maybe he just doesn’t have the Alpha nose that his Doctor Min has…
He makes the mental note to tell Doctor Min nothing’s changed with his taste. Instead he removes his hands from his thick Omegan cock to cup his small chest, squeezing his breasts a few times before pinching his small chocolate nipples. He jolts on the bedding, hissing as he twists his hard, tiny nipples. His chest has begun to flush a deep red on his golden skin, but no milk, not even a hint of liquid from his chest.
Hoseok pouts, checking off another part of his mental checklist. No Milk production.
Though it didn’t make any sense to him that milk would come before his heat, or even before he knows he’s pupped, but he pinches his nipples the way Doctor Min tells him in hopes he’ll see the magic of Omegan Presentation before his very eyes.
Just like when Doctor Min was able to stretch his hole enough for his slick glands to start working. Hoseok tries to remember the doctor’s visit, but his view was the top of Doctor Min’s head. All he could feel were his big fingers inside him and his hot breath on his hole.
He feels his body flush at the 3-week old memory, nudging his fingertips against his excited hole, pressing lightly at his entrance to coax it open. It doesn’t respond the same way, not without Doctor Min, but he presses firmly enough that his fingertip wiggles inside his dry hole. He sighs out in relief, surprised when his phone rings, pulling his attention away from his evening task.
Hoseok’s face lights up as he answers it, voice sounding airy and obvious as he speaks, “Hi Doctor Min.”
His deep voice rumbles down to his lower tummy, his thick cock bouncing up excitedly as Doctor Min says his name, “Hi Hoseok-ah, baby. I’m just about home. Are you having fun by yourself?”
Hoseok sighs happily, pressing another finger at his hole in a lazy rhythm, “Fun thinking of Doctor Min...hoping my hole will slick again, but it doesn’t seem to slick without you,” he whines softly, pressing his thumb meanly at his hole, growing ever-so impatient.
Doctor Min chuckles in his ear, his phone so close to his mouth that Hoseok can hear the pur starting up in his throat, “Sometimes it’s like that, pretty. Just need Alpha to help out before you present. I’m parking now, lovely.”
Hoseok nods with a small little whine, spreading his legs wider by propping them up, bent at the knee. His hole flutters nicely with Doctor Min’s voice in his ear, allowing a second fingertip in, though not very deep.
His Alpha’s voice is stern, leaving no room for debate, no fun little pranks of hiding or running from Alpha as he heads inside the house, “Stay put for me, Omega.”
His answer is a soft moan, lulling his head back against the stack of pillows, happy to comply with such an Alpha order. The phone line goes silent so Hoseok drops it in favor of cupping his chest, pressing on his pebbled nipple for the immediate pleasure, not to stimulate milk.
The minutes go by slowly, waiting for Doctor Min to come home and find him spread out and ready for him. A warm heat settles into his bones, hot flush causing his tummy and chest to glow with that pretty under color that Doctor Min loves so much. His cheeks feel hot, and he’s started to sweat as his measly two fingertips become two full fingers pumping agonizingly slow out of his hole.
He’s dry, still, but his cock is leaking ribbons of precum down his length, down his small, smooth package, and onto his hole. He doesn’t think he’d be able to tell the difference between slicking up as his two fingers become wet. He speeds up the pace of his fingerfucking, moaning in relief and satisfaction as his entrance is properly opened up, even if it’s not enough for an Alpha’s cock.
Hoseok exhales a soft little moan, relaxing into the soft bedding of his nest as he nudges a third finger at his wet entrance. He’d love it if he could take an Alpha’s cock before presentation . Maybe if he begs enough, Doctor Min would give in, maybe he would even say it’d be to his benefit.
It’s just as he eases his third finger inside with his held breath that he hears Doctor Min’s rumbling pur. His doe eyes blink open to spot Doctor Min in a light blue sweater stretched across his chest, looking so plump with his thick arms across his torso. His round, sweet face with a genuine smile. His round glasses and sharp eyes watching him carefully, a smile growing on his face to show his dangerously large fangs.
He’s struck again with the curiosity of how no one has claimed this Alpha as their own. He can’t even call Doctor Min his , as he hasn’t asked, and they haven’t done anything but focus on preparing for his Omega presentation with his broad hands and deft fingers. Hasn’t even had the pleasure of Doctor Min’s tongue.
“ Good boy, Seokseokah. Three fingers…” Doctor Min’s deep voice rumbles in his chest from where he leans against the door frame, taking in all of him . “What a pretty picture you make, Omega. I see your lovely, thick cocklet is doing all the work for you.”
Hoseok nods as his eyelashes flutter, spreading his three fingers to show Doctor Min how well he’s opened up for him. A rumbling hum of appreciation and praise makes him shiver and press his thumb to his hole, trying to stretch it wide. Maybe if he can make it to four fingers, Doctor Min will ask him to be his.
“‘ts keeping me wet, Doctor Min,” Hoseok sighs, his eyes trained on the Alpha as he approaches the bed slowly, stopping only at the foot of his nest.
He chuckles, cocking his head slightly as he appraises Hoseok’s slick trails coming from his cock, “I can see that ,” his tone of voice is nothing but light and appreciative, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, “Do you feel any slickness coming from inside ? Or is it hard to tell, pumpkin. It looks like quite a lot .”
Hoseok shakes his head no, his puppy brown bangs shaking with him, “can’t tell. It’s all wet and tight and warm . ‘feels nice.”
Doctor Min hums an affirmation, staring at Hoseok’s entrance as he pumps his three fingers in and out. Hoseok bites his bottom lip, feeling brazen as he nudges his hole with his pinky, feeling giddy and thrilled when Doctor Min’s eyes darken, his large top fangs pressing into his plump bottom lip.
“Think you can stretch out your little hole like that, baby?” Doctor Min asks as a probing question, no doubt wondering what Hoseok’s plan is.
He nods slowly, easing in his pinky finger alongside the other three. Then, he spreads his fingers apart, trying to stretch out his hole, moaning at the pressure, even though his middle and pointer fingers are the only ones to separate before his hole is squeezing around him. He jolts on the bed, his chest heaving at the very bottom of his vision. He wants to impress Doctor Min, show him how far he’s come along even without presenting.
Doctor Min growls softly, pulling Hoseok’s attention to him and him alone, making his eyes focus on his plush chest and sharp fangs that look so threatening when he bares them. He wants them in his neck.
“Let me in your nest, pretty boy. Let Doctor take a look at your pretty hole.”
Hoseok giggles breathlessly, bringing his thighs up against his chest to give Doctor Min a better view. Doctor Min puts his knee on the mattress, holding still as he bares his fangs again. It feels so good to be wanted. Even if he thinks this older Alpha could eat him up.
“Please,” Hoseok breathes, his pulse jumping in his throat as Doctor Min kneels on the nest, his business slacks crumpling around his crotch, hinting at his big package. Over the three weeks of living here, sleeping under the same roof, cuddling and being touched by Doctor Min, never once has he had the privilege to touch him.
But he can see it. Can see his hard length down his thigh. Hoseok licks his bottom lip, raising his legs in the air above him to show off his hole prettily. Doctor Min’s broad hands feel cooler than his overheated thighs as he braces his weight on the back of his thighs, lowering himself so that his chest is flat on the soft blanket beneath Hoseok, and his face is directly level to his hole.
“There we go, precious Omega. You look so wet , baby…are you sure you don’t feel any different?” Doctor Min asks carefully, raising his head just enough to quirk his eyebrow at Hoseok, before closing the distance between his face and Hoseok’s entrance, blowing a cool breath across his twitching hole.
Hoseok’s thighs tense under his broad hands, his fingers spread across his molten skin to touch as much of it as he possibly can. “Maybe,” Hoseok moans, inhaling a deep breath as he realizes just how hot he feels, how much precum he’s leaking, far more than usual, glancing down at his tummy to see it pooling at the divot of his hips and his navel, his thick cock uselessly damp, all shiny with his clear arousal.
“Haven’t tasted it since I started leaking…” Hoseok realizes, mumbling with his doe eyes wide, taking the initiative to pull his four fingers out, and offer them to Doctor Min.
Doctor Min’s pur grows louder before he speaks, his deep voice rumbling with it, “Spread yourself wide for me, pretty. Both hands. Let Alpha taste.”
Hoseok’s damp fingers struggle to hold his asscheek apart, unable to get a firm grip. He doesn’t think it makes any difference, his tiny ass barely a handful even in his own hands. Doctor Min’s hot breath feels so nice and cool on his twitching hole, the excitement of finally getting his tongue has Hoseok biting his bottom lip and holding his breath.
He feels it, warm and wet, tracing his entrance firm and slow, as if he were memorizing every single taste. Doctor Min hums as he presses his lips to his entrance, causing Hoseok to hiss, his chest quivering before he moans sweet relief as his Doctor’s tongue enters him, licking one single stripe inside him.
And then he pulls away, and Hoseok feels like crying. He whines softly, releasing his thighs and asscheeks, his legs falling to the wayside as he pouts up at Doctor Min, whose rising up onto his knees. He thinks he’s going to get another stern, disappointed and forlorn shake of his head, telling him he doesn’t taste his citrusy, orange and crispy, burn sugar slick. That he hasn’t progressed since their first doctor’s appointment.
Instead, Doctor Min’s pale, veined hands begin to unbuckle his belt. He pops the button off his tan slacks, pulling down his boxers down his pale thighs. His thick, long cock bounces up to tap his light blue sweater before it heavily weighs down like a buoy in an ocean’s wave. Doctor Min holds it in his hand, sitting still, no doubt giving Hoseok time to admire it for the first time.
It’s entirely silent besides Doctor Min’s incessant puring and his heavy pants. He feels his cock twitch and bubble more precum onto his tummy, his cheeks suddenly feeling very warm, as if he were embarrassed by the situation. He is embarrassed. That’s his first Alpha cock he’s seen.
Hoseok closes his legs, crossing them at the ankle in front of his hole. He bites his bottom lip as a feeling of incredible shyness overcomes him, staring at Doctor Min’s deliciously thick looking cock. He knows he’s made to enjoy that girth , but he doesn’t think he realized how big they could get.
“Pretty Omega,” Doctor Min calls, tapping the tip of his cock to his blue sweater to bring Hoseok’s attention up and away from solely it, “How are you feeling baby? Feel…different?” he asks carefully, alluding that he should feel different. He does … feel different.
“Warm,” Hoseok breathes, his gaze meeting Doctor Min’s sharp grin. “Warm like…presenting, baby?”
Hoseok’s doe eyes blink up at him, his pretty lips dropping open as he tries to remember everything Doctor Min told him would come with his Omegan presentation, “Hot…so hot everything else feels nice.”
Doctor Min hums happily, reaching out to touch Hoseok’s knee, thumbing over it's prominence, “What else, sweet omega.”
“Slick,” Hoseok breathes, staring at the shining shimmer on Doctor Min’s pink lips. He smiles wide enough Hoseok can see his gums and all four of his sharp fangs. “That’s right, pretty.”
“Am I…presenting?” Hoseok wonders outloud, glancing back down at his flush chest, his perky chocolate nipples, and his hard, leaking cock.
“It’s Alpha’s fault, baby. I didn’t think you’d be one of the rare ones…” Doctor Min begins as he places both of his hands on Hoseok’s thighs.
Hoseok parts his legs without any pressure or nudging from Doctor Min, exposing his entrance and his cock to him once more.
“Some very rare Omegas…they love feeling stretched, they love the thickest of Alpha cocks and knots…and sometimes they leak so much slick that even their little cocklets leak it, not just from their entrance.”
Hoseok looks from Doctor Min’s heavy cock to his own, wet and filthy. “My slick?” Hoseok asks, carefully taking his cock in his hand, moaning at the sensitive pleasure that feels so foreign to him. As his entire palm wets, he takes it away with a hiss, bringing it up to his mouth to lick a flat stripe across his palm, just like moments before Doctor Min arrived.
Citrus. Orange and lemon and burnt sugary sweetness exploding on his tongue. His eyes flutter closed as he swallows down his slick, moaning softly at how indulgent it feels to be aroused like a proper Omega.
A proper Omega. A presenting Omega .
Hoseok gasps, looking up at Doctor Min as he begins to fit himself between Hoseok’s thighs and over his torso. He looms over him with a satisfied smirk, his glasses just on the edge of his round nose, about to fall off. He brackets Hoseok like a little trapped prey, and Hoseok feels his heart in his throat beating wildly until…
Until Doctor Min bumps his nose with his own, then his cheek, and then places a soft kiss on his forehead.
Doctor Min’s deep voice rumbles against his forehead between a few kisses, “You’re presenting, little Omega. You’ve done so well, Hoseok-ah. I’m so proud of you.”
“Alpha,” Hoseok exhales, tilting up his nose and scenting Doctor Min across his round jawline, his cheek, until their noses are slotting against each other and Doctor Min kisses him so soft it makes him whine for more when he pulls away with a little chuckle that sends heat down to his pathetic cock.
“Yes baby, Alpha’s so proud of you. You’ve started your presentation,” Doctor Min kisses his forehead again, pulling away to press his hips against his tiny ass.
Hoseok bites his bottom lip, suddenly worried as the memories of their first meeting play in his mind:
‘This wasn’t real…alpha doesn’t want…me…this isn’t…’
He needs to know .
Hoseok presses both hands against Doctor Min’s blue sweater, right on the plush of his chest, though he refrains from squeezing and feeling him up. Doctor Min’s dark eyebrows furrow, his nostrils scenting him out as he realizes something’s wrong, “What is it, pretty? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Hoseokah?”
His eyes sting before he can even get his words out, worried the answer won’t be the one he wants to hear.
His voice is strained, slipping into his Omegan headspace as his skin feels too hot and his hole feels too empty. “Need this to be real, Alpha. Need you. Need your mark…Need Alpha to want me, too.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Doctor Min coos gently, cupping his cheek and thumbing at a stray tear. “I’m sorry Alpha hasn’t been so straightforward. Our little Doctor’s visit ended the moment you stepped into Alpha’s house.”
Hoseok nods, pleading doe eyes and pretty pout directed at his Alpha to say more, to say everything to calm his scared heart.
“Pretty little Omega Hoseokie came home with Doctor Min and shared himself with a lonely, old Alpha.”
Hoseok sniffled his sadness away, his hands sliding up and into his Alpha’s dark, wild hair, perfectly mused back away from his face. He scratches at his nape, asking his questions softly through his big pout.
“Why is my Alpha so pretty and sexy but all alone?”
Doctor Min laughs loud enough with a wide smile that crinkles his eyes, it brings a smile to his own face, pout lessening.
“ Alpha Yoongi never had time to find a pretty mate until you walked into his office, Hoseokah. Alpha Yoongi was always too busy with studying through Doctor school, then working his butt off for a nice home to start a family…that he never found his mate. Until you .”
Hoseok giggled softly, his hands sliding down Yoongi’s shoulders, pulling him closer, until their noses touched gently, as if to ask if this was still alright , if they were okay .
Hoseok felt so, so shy. His heart was thumping in his chest, the Omegan fog clouding his brain with a heavy happiness that he sunk right into without a fight. “Want Alpha,” Hoseok exhaled, tilting his chin up into a soft, sweet kiss that had his Alpha’s pur growing steadily louder. Their lips parted with a messy wet noise that had his cocklet bouncing on his tummy, his ever-growing heat steadily consuming him, pulling a whine from his lips as he pressed his butt against Yoongi’s hips.
“Want Alpha Yoongi’s mark, want his cock,” Hoseok begged, an uncomfortable itch spreading across his molten skin.
Yoongi chuckled and placed one last kiss on his lips before he pulled Hoseok into his lap, a strong, thick arm holding him pressed against his torso, encouraging Hoseok to sniff out his chocolate scent, sweetened as if it were mixed with milk. He licked across Yoongi’s scent gland, nibbling on his skin gently until he felt his Alpha’s cockhead at his wet hole, pressing into him in one long, steady push that had Hoseok gasping into his neck.
It felt like nothing he’d ever come close to feeling. Full, beyond full. Complete. Yoongi’s cock brought his body temperature down from molten and melting to a satisfied warmth of the sun on a hot summer day. His broad hands cupped the small of his waist and his nape, laying him back against his nest pillows. He bracketed over him, kissing his forehead until Hoseok’s gaping mouth was a soft smile.
And then his hole clenched greedily around him, and the heat was back. Hoseok clawed at Yoongi’s light blue sweater with a deep whine, his lidded eyes barely open as he begged for more relief that came with another gentle kiss and his Alpha’s hip fucking his thick cock out and back in his tight hole.
Hoseok felt like he couldn’t close his mouth, had no idea how to stop his moans from sounding so desperate. His voice was pitched and slurred, incoherently begging for more as his Alpha’s cock pressed against his prostate, making his thighs and arms shake as he curled into Yoongi, shaking after every time his Alpha bottomed out against him.
His throat started to ache even though it felt like they’d just begun, “More, Yoongi, please,” Hoseok sobbed against his lips, his head hurt from his heat and he knew his Alpha’s cock could cure him. He was picked up, shifted into Yoongi’s lap, with his Alpha’s deep voice whispering praise into his puppy brown hair as he fucked into him fast enough for his big, Alpha breeding balls to slap against his tiny ass.
“‘ts okay Hobah, Alpha’s here. So close, baby.”
Close, Hoseok thought, his back arching into Yoongi’s arms as his head lulled back into the pillows. There was something soft tapping against his hole, something that felt bigger and different, something that he hadn’t felt before that he couldn’t place until his pleasure peaked and he felt his molten heat consume him. Pleasure shook through his body, his arms, his thighs, his tummy ached with tension as his orgasm racked through him.
It didn’t feel the same as the other orgasms with Yoongi, though. Instead of bringing relief, he felt wound tight, moaning pathetic little whimpers as his body stayed tense and uncomfortable. He cried out to Yoongi, pulling on his light blue sweater until he pressed as close as he possibly could, pulling Hoseok onto his cock with enough force that the soft, squishy pressure at his hole forced its way inside , stretching his hole until his orgasm came back, this time stealing his breath away as he melted against his Alpha and his cock shot cum across his chest, his neck, his face.
Yoongi groaned into his hair, squeezing him tight and shaking against him as he filled him up with his hot cum. His body finally felt like it was cooling down, no more uncomfortably itch on his skin, no more all-consuming heat driving him mad. His chest was panting as he blinked away his Omegan brain fog, taking in the beautiful sight of his cute, round cheeked Alpha with his flushed pink, sweaty face shaking every few moments as his knot emptied inside him.
He felt full , and yet somehow the next time Yoongi shook against him, he could feel even more cum filling his insides. Hoseok whimpered quietly against his Alpha, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his round cute nose only to realize his adorable round glasses had fallen off somewhere when they were mating.
Mating .
“Alpha,” Hoseok called to him, earning a weak moan and a nod against his forehead. Yoongi dipped his head low, kissing down the side of his head to his neck, to where his scent gland awaited, licking across it as he shook through another wave of cum. Hoseok hugged his Alpha tight, rubbing little circles into his shoulders as his Alpha sniffed out the perfect spot, teething his four large fangs against his bare skin, before biting down with his next emptying.
Hoseok moaned and hissed, squeezing Yoongi tight and squirming underneath him as his mate mark took with little to no pain. It was if his hole squeezing around his Alpha’s knot kept him from feeling it, or maybe Yoongi’s kitten licks across his fresh mate mark soothed it enough for his entire body to relax, settling against his Alpha’s big chest, closing his eyes as he sunk into complete bliss.
When Hoseok woke, he was empty, bathed, and tucked against Yoongi’s chest, laying properly against him, wrapped inside their softest blanket in his nest. His head jerked a tiny bit, earning him a firm kiss against the crown of his head.
“Goodmorning, love,” Doctor Min’s deep voice rumbled against his head. Hoseok looked up to see his soft smile and his crooked, bent glasses perched on his round nose. He broke into a giggle, reaching up to touch the slight bent in its frame. Yoongi’s rumbling pur started up easily.
“They’ll be alright, pup. How are you feeling, seokseokah,” he asked gently, curling into Hoseok, pulling him into a warm embrace where their noses touched and they fell into each other.
“Feel good, Alpha Yoongi…” Hoseok answered as an exhale, breathing into a soft kiss that confirmed his feelings for his new mate, “feel so happy.”
“No pain, baby? No more heat pain?” Doctor Min asked carefully between kisses, making Hoseok laugh.
“No, Alpha. It did happen but I think you knotted at just the right time before it got worse,” Hoseok answered with a smile, his eyes closed, relishing the feeling of their lips moving against each other’s as they spoke, and as they kissed.
“Hmm, good, babyboy. That’s good. If it comes back just tell Alpha and we can do that again .”
The way his Alpha’s voice vibrated against his skin and tickled his lips filled Hoseok with a fondness that reminded him of all his Alpha’s cum. He gasped against Yoongi, pushing him back enough for their eyes to meet, for Yoongi to take in his surprised and inquisitive look.
“What happened to…where did it all go?” Hoseok’s cheeks felt hot as his shyness overtook him, watching Yoongi’s face intently until he started to laugh.
“It’s all inside here, puppy…” his mate’s warm, broad hand slid across his hip until he pressed his palm flat against his lower stomach. Hoseok looked up to find his Alpha’s devilish grin, all four of his fangs glinting at him. His smirk spread into a gummy smile that settled over Hoseok with the realization that spread excited heat through his body.
Yoongi and he didn’t just mate…
They bred.
(the end)