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Namjoon gets Geuroo set up with her dessert plate and glances back towards the living room. He had noticed Yoongi wasn’t gathering up goodies with the rest of them but he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. He walks over and slides his hands around Yoongi, fingers dipping under the soft Christmas sweater to feel the silky skin of his stomach.
“C’mon baby. We can pick up all this wrapping paper after. Time for some cookies.”
Yoongi stands up straight and shoves another piece into his giant garbage bag, bringing his back to Namjoon’s chest. Namjoon can’t resist the nearness of his mate’s neck and sucks a soft kiss onto his bite.
“It’ll also only take a minute to get this done.” Yoongi replies moving on to the next wad of paper.
Namjoon looks around at the destruction of their family room. They had set limits on everything, price and number of gifts allowed per pack mate, yet somehow it still looks like Santa’s workshop had operated straight out of their home. The not so unintentional lack of limits on Geuroo’s gifts had a lot to do with that he suspects as he eyes the corner she had been operating out of over by Jimin.
“I beg to differ.” He picks up a bag, pulls the tissue paper out and folds up the bag. Yoongi holds the bag out for him and Namjoon takes the opportunity to gently take it out of his hand and set it aside. “Come on babe. Celebration’s not done.”
Yoongi gives a token grumble and pout but he takes Namjoon’s hand and follows him to the kitchen, stepping over piles of boxes that must be for Hobi from all the colors on the clothes.
They walk in on a debate whether Eggnog is actually something people like or if it’s just tradition, with Jin being the loudest supporter of it as he clutches his glass moose mug filled with the spiked liquid.
It’s mid afternoon Christmas Day and they’ve already done stockings, had their big meal, opened gifts and are wrapping up with desserts. Jimin had requested an early start and end to their day together so he could spend the evening with Taemin. It upset Namjoon a bit not having the whole day together with his pack but everyone accommodated the omega’s request and adjusted their plans accordingly. Jin and Tae are going to go visit a couple family members and Hoseok and Jungkook are having their own celebration together up in their own dorm. He and Yoongi haven’t exchanged gifts yet but his plan is to wait until after Geuroo is in bed for that. He supposes picking up and cleaning will fall to them anyways. Though he doesn’t mind if it means everyone else can enjoy their day more.
Namjoon pulls Yoongi in close once he has his plate. They’re all standing around the kitchen, using the counters and island as they munch and visit, ready to wrap up and move on. Namjoon sneaks another one of his favorite treats off of Yoongi’s plate and eats it whole. He smiles, closed lipped and cheeks full, down at Yoongi when he gets a returning glare.
“Are you going to Taemin’s family’s celebration Jimin or just you two?” Hoseok asks between drinks.
“I’ll be at his place for the evening.” Is Jimin’s response. Namjoon glances quickly at Tae and isn’t surprised to see the furrow between the beta’s eyebrows. It’s another not quite right answer. Taehyung had come to him a couple weeks ago with the suspicion something was going on with Jimin. He had been unable to get Jimin to say or admit to anything so he had asked Namjoon’s help in watching for any signs or clues as to what could be going on. They aren’t even sure it has to do with the almost year long relationship now, just that a lot of the time Jimin’s responses aren’t straight forward.
“Oongi, can I have more juice please?”
“Sure sweetheart.”
Namjoon tucks the observation away to add to the others.
“Oh, that girl. She is so spoiled.” Yoongi laments, pulling on his face as they walk into their room after getting Geuroo down. She had to have all her gifts surrounding her and within eyesight. It had taken a substantial amount of time to get them all arranged to her liking.
“Just a lot, yeah.” Namjoon chuckles. As Yoongi trudges towards the bathroom to get ready for bed, Namjoon sneaks to his closet and pulls out the small present he had set aside for their own personal gift exchange. With Yoongi behind a closed door, Namjoon has time to fret over whether it’s the right gift one more time.
Yoongi’s recovery from his drug abuse was all but miraculous. His team of doctors have taken him off all their services and handed him over to just a general doctor. He is down to one singular pill, more of a vitamin than anything. And even his therapy sessions leave him feeling invigorated and empowered. All in all Yoong is a happy, thriving omega. His fans and the world long ago got over him being one and his career flourishing. Even the news of him mating #bodyguardbae and forming a pack with none other than The Park Jimin and J-Hope didn’t even make a dent in his stardom, his recent tour selling out in 8 minutes proof. With all that fame came all the money. And Yoongi and he were true partners in all meanings of the words and shared finances, since he was technically employed by him. It had left Namjoon in a unique position of having almost all the money in the world to buy his mate anything he could imagine, but also with a mate who literally wanted for nothing.
The one thing that could still manage to put Yoongi in a quiet mood, make him shrink into himself and the thing that he only ever whispered in the dark of night, is his underground days.
“Could I have done it, do you think, if I didn’t lie?” Yoongi had asked him once, mouth buried into Namjoon’s chest, on the edge of sleep.
“Is it only because I was an alpha?” On another occasion.
Namjoon had scoured Youtube and Soundcloud, he reached out to old venues and even got in touch with Sungwon again after all these years. Through all of that he had found proof for Yoongi. Proof that before he was an alpha, before the pills and lies, he had dominated the stage. Wrapped in the little package is a book. In it is a compilation of 144p pics, threads and singular social media posts, posters with his name on them, QR codes to terrible videos taken by people jumping and screaming along with Agust D on stage. To show him his journey had some twists and turns, but he would have made it on any path he took. Because his talent never had anything to do with his subgender or identification.
Towards the back, he even found proof of Gloss, Yoongi’s Daegu stage name from his one time he performed as an omega. It was carefully blocked off and marked. Namjoon knows what happened back then, knows Yoongi has processed it, but isn’t sure he really wants to relive it.
Yoongi steps out wrapped in a deep green velvet robe Namjoon has never seen before. But he gives it barely a thought before his nerves have him holding out his gift.
“Your gift. From me.”
“Oh!” Yoongi takes it and sits on the edge of their bed, folding the layers of the robe and tucking them under his sides. Namjoon holds his breath as he carefully pulls the bow off and then the wrapping. Maybe it’s too much, too deep of a hit. Fuck this was the wrong move.
“Namjoon….what?” Yoongi’s long fingers gently flip page by page.
“You’re amazing.” Namjoon starts his planned speech, already knowing it’s going to go towards rambling. “I know you struggle with your past, and whether you deserve your fame. But you do. You blew me away the first time I ever saw you on stage.”
Namjoon hurriedly bends down and flips to a page where his own picture from his own camera shows a gloriously sweaty Agust D beaming at the crowd going crazy. He continues.
“I said it wrong before, long time ago. But had I known then, you were an omega…I would have protected you. And worshipped you. You are the greatest rapper of all time omega or alpha. I don’t want you to question that. Even then, you were something special. Look how quickly you had fans. So I just…I wanted you to see. And to know, it’s always been just you. And I am so proud of you.”
Yoongi’s silence stretches on as he turns more and more pages, reading all the quotes and staring at the memories. His response doesn’t seem to be entirely negative, though Namjoon can catch the hint of tears on his lashes.
He doesn’t look at those last pages, and that’s totally understandable. He instead sets the book on the bed next to him and throws himself into Namjoon’s arms. Namjoon is more than happy to catch him.
“Thank you so much. Wow. I can’t even believe. How you got all that.” Namjoon smiles hearing the awe in Yoongi’s voice. Good, it sent the message he wanted it to, one of support, love and admiration. Yoongi’s hands are on the back of his head and he leans down and kisses his mate, deeply. Happily humming when they pull away from each other, still in each other’s arms.
“You’re amazing. Can’t believe you did all this for me.”
“I’d do anything for you. You really like it?” He nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck.
“I do.”
They kiss again. Sinking into each other, softly, lingering. At last Yoongi pulls back.
“Oh man.” he chuckles. “Did I read ‘exchanging gifts privately’ wrong.”
Namjoon tilts his head, confused. “How so baby?”
Yoongi steps back, his legs hitting the bed. He spreads his arms wide and Namjoon’s attention is again drawn to the luxurious robe.
“Your gift. Unwrap me.”
A grin begins to build on Namjoon’s face. Ah. Private gifts, even without Geuroo. Of course. He reaches out and slowly pulls on one of the belt ends, undoing the loose bow. Yoongi’s got a matching smirk and his head tilts back ever so slightly in true Suga manner, knowing he’s already got Namjoon on his knees.
“Fuck.” Namjoon groans. Underneath the heavy robe Yoongi has nothing but tiny little boxer briefs on. Smaller, tighter than his day to day fare, and, Namjoon gulps, sheer.
He can clearly see Yoongi’s soft cock nestled down against his balls, against the small patch of hair he has. He assumes Yoongi was probably hard when he first came out from the bathroom and the emotion laden gift Namjoon had given him had killed it. No worries, he has no problem riling his omega up again.
He drops to his knees and Yoongi chuckles as he sinks his hands into Namjoon’s hair again. Namjoon mouths at him through the fabric, enjoying the smaller, soft cock against his lips just as much as he enjoys it when it’s long and hard. Every inch of Yoongi’s body, mind altering.
He focuses his attention on the head, trying and failing to wrap his lips around it with it pressed under the boxers, wants a taste. When Yoongi thrusts his hips just a little and Namjoon can feel his cock begin to harden, he runs his tongue along the length and then breathes out hot air over him, making Yoongi moan and the sensation.
Namjoon leans back and quickly pulls his sweatshirt off, too hot and too turned on to stay so covered. Yoongi lets the robe slip down and pool at his feet at the same time. Namjoon immediately reaches for him. Once he has Yoongi’s ass securely in his hands, Namjoon uses his mouth and nose to guide his now fully hard cock up and into a more comfortable position for his mate, spreading each other’s scents on the other. That’s one thing they don’t have medical clearance on. They have no idea if Yoongi needs to be scented everyday still, Namjoon refuses to relinquish his nightly rights.
Upright now, the tip of Yoongi’s cock peeks out of the top of the band. Namjoon does what he wanted before, nestles it in his mouth so he can circle it and tongue at the tip.
“Mmm, Joon. ‘Nough. This is your gift.” Yoongi already sounds wrecked, breathy and whining.
“Mmhmm. And it’s such a good present.” He tries to go back but Yoongi takes little choppy steps, turning in Namjoon’s grip. He enjoys the show, fingers lightly dancing along his skin, the dip of Yoongi’s waist, his lean thighs, and the round globes of his ass. When he’s faced entirely away, Namjoon chuckles. The seams he had felt under his fingers are hearts, designs sewn one on the peak of each cheek.
“These are cute.” Namjoon spanks one lightly, enjoying the resulting bounce.
“You like them?” Yoongi asks, with a slight teasing to his voice.
Namjoon traces one with his finger and begins to answer. “Yeah, they’re really..”
He trails off when Yoongi bends forward over the bed. The briefs are split at the seam. Instead of being coyly concealed by see through fabric, to be revealed later when he peels them off, his little pretty pink hole is exposed. Glistening with slick.
“Fuck, baby.” Namjoon doesn’t hesitate. He spreads Yoongi’s ass a little further and drags a heavy lick up the entire strip. It had been some work before Yoongi was comfortable with this aspect of being an omega. Slick, penetration, taking Namjoon’s knot, each had been a step they slowly approached together. Namjoon had ensured him he was happy with whatever Yoongi was comfortable doing, even if they never moved past the hand jobs, the blow jobs or Yoongi fucking Namjoon occasionally. It was enough. But Yoongi had been determined, and desperate, and now his slick is Namjoon’s personal aphrodisiac, turning him into Yoongi’s willing slave whenever he’s allowed to eat him out.
He laps and sucks at the puckered flesh. He knows he’s already a drooling mess, can feel the wetness on his chin, down his neck. He points his tongue and dips it into Yoongi. His omega opens easily for him and he plunges deep. He can hear Yoongi’s moans and feels him pressing back on his face. He pulls back, slides two fingers into his hole, massaging and keeping him writhing on him, then shoves his hand down his own sweatpants. He squeezes his cock, desperate for some sensation.
“Baby.” He stands up, relinquishing his own pleasure so he can press on Yoongi’s back. It presents his ass. For him. As always the feral part of Namjoon’s brain wants to immediately sink into him and claim, fill him up. He presses his aching cock into one of his cheeks, slides his fingers in and out, mimicking what his body craves. “Baby. You want to sit on my face?”
“No.” Yoongi replies in a pant. He hitches one leg up on the bed, signaling he’s about to crawl on it, Namjoon follows, loathe to not have his omega on his fingers. “Knot. Want your knot.”
“You’ll get my knot Baby. You’ll get it. But I can make you feel so good before. Taste you.” He runs the thumb of his other hand around the rim, the now slightly puffy pink flesh pulling his fingers in. He slides his hand down and fondles his balls, fingers lightly brushing his cock.
But Yoongi’s shaking his head, fully presenting and driving Namjoon crazy. He has an ache deep in his groin from denying himself for so long. And he has his beautiful mate, displayed so deliciously on his knees in front of him, begging for his knot.
His pants are off in a second. They catch on one foot and he topples over on the bed. Yoongi chuckles but Namjoon watches as his mate desperately grinds his palm into his leaking cock.
Since he’s already down he licks again, still torn between burying his face into his omega or burying his knot. But Yoongi is moaning and begging so prettily.
“Okay Baby. I’ve got you. Alpha’s here. Alpha will take care of you.” On his knees he settles his cock between Yoongi’s cheeks, he shallowly thrusts up and down, just enough for Yoongi’s slick to cover his entire length. He fingers the details of the heart, his own love overwhelming him. What has he ever done to deserve a mate like Yoongi.
“Joon!”
He doesn’t reply to his mate’s impatience. Instead he grabs himself, lines up to his glistening hole and begins to push in. Inch by agonizingly glorious inch. Finally fully sheathed in his omega, he groans loudly. His. His. His. Yoongi’s rim pulses around the base of his cock but Namjoon holds still, giving him a moment to relax around him.
Desire so strong it feels like molten lava in his bones fills his body. He fondles Yoongi’s ass and slides his fingers around where he is so beautifully encased in him.
Yoongi slowly starts fucking himself back on Namjoon. He holds still and lets his mate use his body, watching as his cock come out, wet and red, then disappear with stars bursting behind his eyes.
Yoongi’s not very vocal in bed, or life. So Namjoon makes up for it. Moaning and praising.
“Fuck, yeah, like that Baby. You take it so good. Do what you need.” Namjoon spanks him lightly. It’s not long before Yoongi’s movements are stuttering and he whimpers, unable to keep his rhythm. It’s then Namjoon takes over. He grips Yoongi’s hips and fucks into him with the pace and pressure Yoongi had been doing himself, taking his cues from what was making him feel good. Citrus cream, the smell of sex, fills Namjoon’s brain and he lets go.
When Yoongi begins slipping forward, unable to hold himself up on his knees, Namjoon Shifts him to lay on his side. He hitches one leg up and drops himself lower, holding himself up above Yoongi’s torso. From here he can capture his lips. They kiss. And kiss. Namjoon’s thrusts slow in favor of his tongue sliding along Yoongi’s lips.
“I love you Baby.”
“Love you too Joon.”
One more long kiss and Namjoon props himself back up. Desperate to chase his own pleasure.
When he feels his knot begin to grow he slips his arm under Yoongi and pulls him upright.
“Sit on it Baby. Get it in deep.” Namjoon sets him in his lap and fucks up into him, letting gravity help pull Yoongi down and around him. He wraps his arm around Yoongi’s chest with one arm and pulls his cock out of the briefs with the other. Yoongi throws his head back on Namjoon’s shoulder and right when his mate arches and begins to moan he bites down onto his neck, rocketing him into bliss, watching his cum spurt out of the tip of his cock.
He maintains his pace, grinding up into him since he can’t pull out anymore and thumbs at the liquid, spreading it over the head further, making it all shiny. Fuck, he needs it. Wants it. Never wants it to end but can’t handle the agony of the building ecstasy.
His mate knows him so well now. Knows what will push him over. He watches as Yooongi’s finger traces the cum on Namjoon’s hand. Then he reaches back and swipes it over Namjoon’s mating bite. He climaxes so hard no other senses reach him. It’s roaring in his ears and darkness. It’s bliss. Fully claimed.
He fumbles getting them on their sides, still weak and panting from his orgasm. But they curl naturally into each other, locked together for a good amount of time. His knots have never lasted as long as they do with Yoongi. Often they both fall asleep, Namjoon still buried, ensuring his mate bred, his instincts rejoice.
“Merry Christmas Joon-ah.” He feels little pats on his arm that’s draped over Yoongi.
“Merry Christmas to you Baby.” he weakly kisses Yoongi’s shoulder. “Thank you for my gift."