"Congratulations on your engagement Namjoon, I wish you the best."

"Thank you so much, and thank you for coming. Have a good night." Namjoon said to the lasts of guests living the party. It was almost midnight, and the backyard had cleared, except for very few, and the help that were cleaning up from the night. Namjoon didn't want Seokjin tiring himself further after the busy night, so he stood by the door instead, seeing their family and friends out.

He rolled his eyes internally when the last guest came over by the backyard door, ready to leave.

"Kim."

"Jung." Namjoon sput back, glaring at the beta who was putting on his coat, a smirk resting on his face. They hadn't talked much after the fight, more like didn't want to. It wasn't like they were close or talked on daily basis before anyway. But this event had required their cooperation, and they had to put aside every misunderstanding for the omega. Even if Namjoon didn't want to.

"Thank you for coming."

"We both know you would have rather I be absent." Hoseok said, hands going into his pockets. Namjoon tilted his head with a shrug, "Your not wrong, but Jin needed you to be apart of his day. I guess that made him happy." They both turned to the omega, seated by the table alone now, scuffing down a chunk of cake, probably his third serving of the dessert. He looked too gone to even notice the world around him. The sugar seemingly more important than anything at the moment.

"Indeed he is." Hoseok amused, a smile stretching on his lips at the sight. "Am not in love with him." He told the alpha before him when he sensed eyes on glaring at him. "I find that hard to believe." Namjoon answered, eyes threatening to shift at the thought alone.

Hoseok only chuckled at the other, moving past him to stand at the door instead. "That's up to you Kim. I have done my part of telling you, even when I didn't have to. I don't care if you believe it or not." The beta didn't wait for a rebuttal as he pushed open the doors and left.

It made Namjoon wonder if it was true. Regardless he felt like nobody was allowed to touch his omega, or call him pet names. Best friend or not. Apart of him wasn't so sorry he had given the beta a beating, he felt like it was deserve for that moment. So he only shrugged, not wanting to to think deeper about it, especially with the Hoseok having made it clear where he stood.

He walked back to the yard, the omega now sitting back on a chair with a pout. He cried as soon as he saw Namjoon.

"I am fat." He announced with tears lingering in his eyes.

"That's not true. You look perfect."  Namjoon said bringing the omega into his arms. "No I don't, I ate half the upper deck. Now am fat." The omega pouted once more, hands resting around the alpha's neck while Namjoon held at his waist.

The alpha intrigued by that, turned to the cart beside them to be met with the more than half eaten upper deck. He couldn't help the amused grin that formed on his lips as he looked back at the omega. "You think am fat too." Seokjin gasped hitting at his chest. Namjoon only laughed, bringing the whining omega impossibly closer to him. He pressed them together kissing him.

"I have told you I don't care about how you look. You'll always be beautiful to me. Fat or not. Pregnant or not." He said, the omega blushing at the confession. It wasn't the first time Namjoon had assured him when he felt insecure about his body, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. He was bound to feel some type of way with the changes that his expectant self was going through. And it made him glad that Namjoon was always around to tell him otherwise.

"Thank you for today. For everything." Seokjin said, momentarily looking at his ring. Namjoon brought up that hand kissing his knuckles. "No. Thank you. For everything, I love you." He stated seriously. Seokjin smiled, a thought coming to mind. "Ok, but I saw that jeep wrangler you sneaked into the shed earlier. Was that for me?"

"Shit, I thought I would surprise you with that tomorrow. Way to go ruining it." Namjoon grumbled faking annoyance. "Sorry, I just happen to have eyes everywhere." Seokjin laughed, pecking the alpha's lips. "No, you were just snooping." Namjoon concluded, swaying their bodies from side to side in a dance like manner. Seokjin moved along with him, eyes dropping with fatigue, and contentment from the night doings.

"Let's go to bed?" He asked finally when they fell quiet, Namjoon soothingly rubbing at his sides."Hmm, I thought the night would only be starting for us now." Namjoon said, hinting at something else, and pressing the omega closer to him to feel his growing hard on.

"Namjoon." Seokjin gasped feeling the boner pressing to him. His cheeks tinted, and he looked around worriedly because the help were still going in and out of the backyard. "Oh, don't act shy. You've been teasing all night. Don't think I didn't catch it." Namjoon said as he pulled the cart with the cake closer to them.

Seokjin had not been the most subtle with his gestures. His omega had been incredibly horny since the beginning of the night, and he had done some hinting that he wanted to be dicked down for his birthday. It was finally happening, and he shivered at the look in the other's eyes, and the thought of getting what he wanted.

He tensed as Namjoon smudged his fingers with the cream. "Bending over, licking your silverware suggestively. Moaning when you eat." Namjoon counted, lazily coating three fingers in the cream. The alpha looked up at him when he was done, raising three fingers to his lips. Seokjin got the memo immediately, opening his mouth and sucking them into his mouth.

"You want some birthday cock?"

Namjoon surprised him by asking, eyes ablaze with lust. Seokjin couldn't help himself as he hummed around the fingers, getting aroused by the sudden dirty talk. He twirled them seductively with his tongue, imagining the sugar to be something else, something more. He couldn't help as a moan escaped his lips, lidded eyes gazing into the alpha's with lust, intent, and mostly need. "Fuck." Namjoon muttered as the omega played with his fingers, running them on his parted lips, before sucking them sensually.

He wanted to have him right here, right now. But they were still in their backyard. The help moving in and out randomly, could walk in on them. So he picked the omega up, Seokjin wrapping his legs around the alpha and kissing him. They stumbled into the house, Namjoon's home office the first discreet place they could come across. The door was locked hastily behind them, lips pressing hungrily and clothes already coming off the moment they set foot in the room.

Seokjin whined as he was set on the oak wooden desk, Namjoon pulling from him to take off his pants and his underwear. He had initially thought they would slowly make love in their room when everyone was gone, but there was nothing thrilling than a quickie. The need, the intenseness, and the places. It wouldn't be the first time doing it on alpha's desk.

"Ngh..alpha." Seokjin moaned as he bucked into the alpha's mouth, Namjoon working on his nipples. He was now naked, his ass sitting on the cool desk while Namjoon latched onto his sensitive nipples with vigour. Papers were scattered everywhere, the desk now clear for him to lay down, and Seokjin gladly scooted further when he felt the alpha's fingers.

"Look, how wet you are already." Namjoon rasped as he brought one his legs up to view his hole. A feast for the alpha's eyes. "Fuck.., then do something about it." Seokjin moaned pinching at his sensitive nipples. Maybe it was the pregnancy, or maybe he was just really needy, but fuck, he needed some action already. He whimpered, dripping on the desk to alert the alpha.

His head lolled back as a finger, then another was inserted in him. His own dick getting a good stroking from the alpha, matching the rhythm of his fingers.  "Don't s-stop." He whined on edge already, his prostate stimulated with the addition of the third finger.

Namjoon loved the Omega's 'pure bliss face.' How he would look before he came. Eyes lidded with lust, and begging him not to stop, he loved how his fingers would be griping anything tightly, thighs quivering and hole pulsing and clenching around his fingers. He got to see it all as Seokjin moaned out his name with a loud release. Covering his fingers in a good amount of slick. And the omega himself with cum on his stomach.
Only then would his belt and pants come off.

He waited for Seokjin to regain some strength as he stroked himself, getting progressively impatient with the sight of the tainted omega before him. The omega made eye contact with him, and Seokjin smirked propping on his elbows and widening his legs.

He moaned as he toyed with himself, inserting his fingers in his slick drenched hole while he looked at Namjoon. "I've been waiting all night...for this. P- please alpha." He said breathlessly, teeth hurrying to bite hips lips to muffle his noises. He looked at Namjoon with those lust crazed eyes, fingers moving to his waiting lips and tongue where he let his slick coated fingers drip. He just knew that would be driving his man insane.

Namjoon didn't know what had gotten into his omega but he loved it. He pulled Seokjin's hips to the edge, claiming his lips in a dirty lustful kiss where he could taste the scented slick, before aligning himself and entering him in one full thrust.

Both threw their head back in pleasure, Seokjin with a loud pain - pleasure cry, the alpha with a deep groan. Namjoon ran his hands down the Omega's thighs, willing himself to breath as Seokjin's tight walls clenched around him. He pulled back, going back in with another powerful thrust that brought a scream out of the omega when he grazed his prostate.

His hips snapped forward in a quick motion, fucking Seokjin on the desk to his satisfaction, while the omega had his nails scratching down his back, his diamond rock of a ring glistening in the dimly lit room. Namjoon placed his arms behind the other's knees, bringing them higher, and bending over so he could occasionally share kisses with the rather loud omega.
"I am g-gonna cum again." Seokjin  moaned under him clenching tight around him. Namjoon snapped his hips even faster, a growl leaving his mouth at how wet and tight Seokjin was. "Cum, baby." He urged.

Seokjin adhered to the command, cock spilling a second time over his swollen belly. He threw his head back as he orgasmed on the desk, a chocked moan escaping his throat at the release. But the alpha was far from done. Seokjin didn't have time to catch his breath as Namjoon pulled out of him, bringing him to his feet, only to turn him around and slam him on the desk once more.

One his legs was hiked on the desk to reveal his still begging hole, his upper half pushed on the wood, and Namjoon entering him once again. The desk scraped on the floor with their combined energy, matching their mixed noises, and the sloshing sounds of their fucking, Seokjin's thighs now covered in cum and slick running down his legs.

Namjoon drilled into him hard, hands holding at his belly and hips, occasionally at his shoulders to bring him up or push him further into the desk. He would also ask if he was ok, to which Seokjin would only moan for him to go harder, faster and deeper. Seemingly insatiable today.

He was in his fourth orgasm, on the brink of another one when Namjoon suddenly stopped, a hand clamping at his mouth. Seokjin had been too dazed to hear it, but Namjoon did; the footsteps, and the small knocking that sounded at the door.

"Namjoon? Are you in there?" A voice suddenly asked, both recognizing it as Namjoon's mum. Seokjin stilled, willing himself to not move much with the alpha buried deep in his abused hole, right at his prostate. Thank heavens they locked the door.

"Mum?" Namjoon said in a question, wondering why she was still up when she said she would be sleeping over in the guest room because she was too tired.

"I was looking for you. I wanted to talk to you about something. Are you busy?" The alpha looked down at the omega stilled joined to him, still taking his cock.

"Kinda." He replied wanting to finish already. He was close.

"Oh, ummmm, I'll just talk to Seokjin then. . ." There was short silence, Seokjin's eyes growing in size. ". . . Wait, is he in there with you, why can I smell him?" Namjoon groaned at the intrusion, his mother probably having thought of something and now couldn't wait till morning as always.

"Oh my god, are you two having sex in there?" She shrieked in realization at their spiked scents, Namjoon rolling his eyes, while Seokjin flashed in embarrassment.

"Yeah. Now go away." Namjoon deadpanned which a small scream sounded out the door before running footsteps were heard.

Seokjin gaped at the alpha when he let go of his mouth. Namjoon only smirked as he held his hips once more. "Now, where were we?" The alpha asked, picking up where he had left.

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Seokjin stared at the two idiots seated before him, resisting the urge to smack them up their bruised heads once more. "So which one of you thought this was a good idea?" He asked holding his hips, the two only grumbling incoherent words at no one particular.

He couldn't believe this. Two grown men, fully functioning. Decided to go out and just what? Fight?
It sounded ridiculous to him, and stupid. To make it worse, Namjoon had not told him a word of this. Said he would be hanging with the boys, only to show up three hours later bruised, with an equally bruised Yoongi beside him.

"So who won?"

"I did." Namjoon and Yoongi pointed at themselves, before giving each other incredulous looks.

"You don't think those weak punches you were throwing meant anything, do you?" Yoongi voiced.

"You clearly have more bruises than me." Namjoon countered with a scoff. "Bruises aren't the measure of strength, or who won." Yoongi argued back, holding a pack of ice over his cheek.

"In this case it is, and if you can't accept that, your a sore loser. Literally." Namjoon bragged.

"You want to go again so I can show you what a sore loser looks like." Oddly Seokjin thought they were bonding. He didn't like how, but it was at least something. "Ok, you two shut up." He shouted earning silence immediately. The two looked away from each other from the opposite ends of the couch, lowkey scared of the angry pregnant omega before them.

"I actually don't care who won, this was stupid. Don't ever do it again." He reprimanded them like kids, both men grumbling at being shouted at.

"What's that?" He asked when he heard murmur from the two. He rolled his eyes when nobody replied. Coward. Kids. He huffed, not speaking a word as he went back to preparing lunch.

"It is not your lucky day. He is so mad at you." Yoongi chuckled at Namjoon when the omega went away. "He is clearly mad at you too." Namjoon said back, although he knew he was at more of a disadvantage. Seokjin was his mate, they lived in the same house. He didn't want to be on time out, or off sex. He shuddered at the threat the omega had issued earlier in the week. He stood up with his own icepack, resolving to talk to him.

His brows furrowed as Yoongi did the same "Why are you following?"

"Dude, if your getting yelled at again, I wanna see." The true blood stated with a laugh. Namjoon was having second thoughts about that making friends thing. He didn't even know why he had allowed Yoongi with him after the fight. He should have just left his beaten ass behind.

"Woah, is that pork belly?" Yoongi asked as soon as they got in the kitchen.

"You two can't have any." Seokjin said with conviction, busy with the ingredients on the counter. "Why not?" Yoongi whined, making Namjoon raise a brow at the behavior. "Because you two were fighting." Seokjin said, still not looking up.

"That's not fair. You know it's my favourite."

"I don't care." Seokjin said making Namjoon stifle a laugh at the look on Yoongi's face. It however earned him death glares from the two siblings, to which he carried his hands in surrender, walking towards Seokjin.

"Baby, am sorry I didn't tell you about the fight. I knew you'd be mad." Seokjin didn't answer, aggressively chopping the carrots. He wasn't necessarily mad, he just didn't like the two fighting, although he could see it had done them some good.

"You two still can't have my food."

"Mean." Yoongi commented from the entrance with a huff. "Why are you still here dude?" Namjoon asked having even forgotten. "I just want the pork belly." The true blood echoed, rolling his eyes when Seokjin stuck out his tongue. Namjoon could still see the thriving sibling rivalry, and so he hugged the omega from behind, childishly letting him know he was on his side, while sleekly crawling his way out of trouble.

"You don't have to give him any if you don't want to" He added just for the good old annoying Yoongi

"I hate you both." The true blood groaned, Seokjin smiling, his worries about the two already forgotten.