Yoongi shifts slowly, moving his leg ontop of hoseok's legs. He rubs his cheek against his alphas chest, listening contently to the rumbly purr hinting
that Hoseok's awake.
Yoongi feels Hoseok play with his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. His neck feels sore from their mating bite, the thought of last night has yoongi squirm.
Hoseok chuckles above him. Yoongi huffs, moving up to look at Hoseok while he speaks. "Seok-ah,"
Hoseok smiles brightly, teasing lit to his response, "Pretty mate of mine."
Yoongi flushes at that pet name, but is determined to continue on. "Move in with me."
Hoseok sputters, wide eyed.
"I want us to live in a nice home, not some bachelor's pad." Yoongi murmurs, pouting.
Hoseok only stares at him, so yoongi presses.
"You'll help me decorate the spare room," yoongi says shyly and shaky, pointing his finger in Hoseok's chest, "you'll help me get that marking position but you'll hold no favoritism towards me," yoongi's voice stops wavering, confidence building.
"You'll bring your nice big bed and all your linen and your couch, and first things first you'll pay for our kitchen to be redone." Yoongi looks up at Hoseok through his pretty eyelashes and pink pout.
Hoseok kisses yoongi once, twice, quick little kisses, wrapping his arms tightly around his omega. "Of course, baby. Anything. Anyway you'll have me." He whispers to yoongi, their lips barely apart.
Yoongi feels his heart flip and his omega preen at their alpha. Yoongi sighs as Hoseok kisses his way down yoongi's neck, feels his gut heat when Hoseok hovers his lips over his mark.
It's then that Hoseok's phone rings, causing him to still and groan, "Wooork. Kitten, we might not have time for ourselves today." Hoseok says, as if they didn't spend all of yesterday mating.
Yoongi remembers how busy Hoseok can get, but seeing it is still a shocker. He watches Hoseok answer the phone, his big hand caressing Yoongi's side, then his stomach as he sits up and speaks with authority.
Yoongi's cock twitches absentmindedly, as Hoseok's gaze stays on his stomach, firm hand rubbing at his soft skin and hip. Yoongi's pussy clenches, wanting to be full.
Hoseok's nostrils flare and his eyes darken. Yoongi squeaks when Hoseok's hand almost makes it to his cock, swiftly rolling away, grabbing his own phone, a shirt, and escaping to the living room, cheeks flushing at Hoseok's chuckles.
Yoongi leans over the counter and feels the shirt rise up his ass. 'This shirt must actually fit Hoseok,' yoongi thinks, stretching his back before texting namjoon, answering his and his mates' worried messages.
Yoongi presses his legs together, feeling his Alpha's ghost touch and his mating mark tingles. Just then, he hears Hoseok walking down the hallway, still speaking on the phone. Yoongi pays him no mind.
Hoseok circles Yoongi, placing a notebook down and a pen in front of him. He looks curiously, distracted as Hoseok presses his front to yoongi's bare back. Yoongi gasps, feeling hoseok hard in his sweats.
Yoongi shifts against him, lining up Hoseok's dick with his ass. Hoseok's warm hand slides up Yoongi's back, exposing more of his skin until his dimples show. He shivers at the temperature difference.
Hoseok's still speaking on the phone as he slips his sweats down and positions his cockhead in between yoongi's pussy lips. Yoongi's whole face feels like it's on fire,so he places it against the cool kitchen table.
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If I could go back... I wouldn't
FanfictionDid you know pregnancy is still possible while experiencing menopause? Yoongi didn't. #sope #omega yoongi #pregnant yoongi #alpha Hoseok #top hoseok #bottom yoongi