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alpha yoongi omega seok
where yoongi gets his rut and its the first time hes seeing hoseok naked and he cums just from looking at his pretty hole :(
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“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Look at that.”
The desperation in his voice is almost unbearable. Hoseok doesn’t know why he doesn’t just give in, just give both of them what they want. What he needs.
Yoongi just stares at him, the omega’s naked body, lying there, pliant and open and willing, and yet he won’t touch.
“Hyung-” he’s practically sobbing, he’s so hard, and yet Yoongi doesn’t let him touch.
Not the alpha. Not even himself.
The alpha chokes, hand speeding up, and Hoseok can only lay there and watch and- and whine, and clench around nothing and get drunk on that heady scent, mint and wood smoke hanging thick and heavy in the room, ripe with the scent of rut, so strong he can almost taste it on the back of his tongue.
“Hyungie, need-”
He whines,- god, he’s so fucking pathetic- covers his face with his hands, peeking as Yoongi just looks, stares down at his stiff little cock and his- his clenching hole, rim wet with slick, skin flushed dark.
“Look at you. Look at your little-”
Yoongi throws his head back and moans, desperate, looking almost tortured.
“Fuck. So perfect.”
Yoongi’s pale, brow furrowed, skin slick with sweat, veins and tendons prominent as he works at his cock.
The alpha’s hand is slick, stroking and squeezing at his fat cock, head drooling clear and sticky and warm onto Hoseok’s thighs where Yoongi leans over him.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Hoseok wants to cry. He could lick it up, he could suck on it, he could make him feel so good.
But the alpha won’t let him touch.
It’s this weird sense of self discipline where even when he’s in rut, he’s still so restrained. So much self control.
Maybe a little too much.
Hoseok’s so hard he can barely stand it. Watching Yoongi jerk off above him is just too much.
His hand drifts toward his own cock, and Yoongi-
“What are you doing?” He growls.
“Please-” he’s whining, he knows he is, but he can’t seem to stop.
Hoseok grips his own cock and throws his head back, moans at the shock of pleasure, so intense from being denied for so long. He strokes it, a little spurt of precum gushing from the tip, the wet noise sounding excessively filthy.
“Shit.” The alpha seems past the point of words, watching him wide eyed and almost crazed, panting as he closes his fist around the tip, hissing as he digs his thumbnail into the slit.
An idea lights up Hoseok’s lust addled brain and he straightens up, turning onto his hands and knees.
He arches his back, lowering his chest to the bed and bringing a hand to his ass, grabbing his asscheek so it’s all shown off for the alpha.
The sight is- filthy. The tan skin of his ass and the tiny dark furl of his hole, flushed and wet and clenching around nothing, dribbling sticky slick that drips down trembling thighs.
Yoongi snarls, eyes wide as he inhales, the shock palpable on his face. His cock twitches in his grasp and Yoongi shudders, hunching in on himself.
The alpha groans loud as he comes, suddenly, his fat cock spurting, cum streaking over his skin, white and thick over his pretty hole.
It’s unspeakably hot.
Hoseok’s face heats at the sensation of the alpha’s cum against his skin, the deep ache of emptiness and need inside of him.
“Yoongi,” he moans, “need- inside, please-” he’s panting, desperate and needy and dripping. He wriggles his hips and is rewarded with seeing the smirk play on his face.
“Gorgeous, baby.”
The alpha’s eyes are- god they’re dark, pupils blown wide, and the look on his face…
He’s gone completely feral.
“You want it, pretty thing?” He coos, stroking a finger down Hoseok’s back.
Hoseok nods frantically, tears in his eyes.
“Wanna be full, please, need your knot-”
“My pretty baby.”
