positions | namjin ✔

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namjoon was frozen in spot.

did this omega really just order him to do something?

namjoon gulped looking to the omega, immediately gasping when he was pushed into the elevator wall.

"what the-"

"i told you t-to fuck...me," gasped the omega, hiding his face into the alpha's neck, sniffing his heavenly scent.

namjoon was too out of it to reply.

but as soon as the omega kissed onto his scent gland namjoon growled and gripped the male's biceps.

"you don't want to do this, pup." whispered namjoon, and the omega whimpered at the nickname.

namjoon panted  and slowly pushed the omega away, glancing down at him only to feel his lips fall agape at the sight of the omega stripping.

"no! wait- stop don't take off your clothes- oh fuck," groaned namjoon as the omega kept taking his clothes off, all while keeping a smirk on his lips.

"alpha," whined the omega and namjoon clenched his jaw.

suddenly the omega let out a high-pitched scream, clutching onto namjoon's suit, gasping for air.

the omega growled, his shirt disleved.

"i told you to-" he was cut off by his own cry.

namjoon felt bad for the omega in heat, trying to resist his own earges.

"shh, it's okay," said namjoon, rubbing the omega's head, holding him close to his chest. he let the omega inhale his scent, hoping to calm him down.

the omega calmed down moments later, and all namjoon could hear was his tiny whimpers.

the grey haired male sighed, picking up the male into his arms, his muscles starting to flex at the action.

the elevator stopped, and namjoon's eyes went wide at the sight of all the people standing there, just looking at them in such a position.

"why do you have the ceo in your arms? asked a familiar voice.

namjoon saw the crowd disperse, making way for one person with a stern and all too familiar face.

namjoon narrowed his eyes.

"jisoo?"