[Fic] Worth It
Title: Worth It
Pairing: Jongin/Minseok
Rating:NC-17
Length: 2100w
Warnings: wolf/abo, self lubrication, rimming, knotting, mpreg
Author's Note: A birthday gift for a certain someone who didn't tell me her birthday was today until YESTERDAY so I'm sorry it's rushed. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! *sniffs* WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL!
Summary: Minseok was worth fighting for.
Jongin is stubborn.
He’s not loud or dominating like the other alphas in the pack, but he’s stubborn. To a fault, some would say. Well, most would say. Although Jongin can’t find it in himself to be remorseful for a trait that landed him his ideal mate. His Minseok. His absolute better half.
It had taken patience and an iron will, chasing off any alpha interested in the omega until Jongin was of age to claim him himself. Minseok hit maturity a full four years before Jongin, but that didn’t mean Jongin was going to give him up. Not by a long shot. Minseok had been desired by many, but Jongin was always there, always by his side, feigning innocence as he’d press sharp teeth to Minseok’s skin, scraping to leave a mark and leaving his scent all over the omega so all the others would get the hint.
It had all been worth it in the end.
Minseok had yelled at Jongin; he had cried and fallen to his knees, palms pressed to his eyes because he’d thought no one had wanted him. Jongin had gathered him into his arms, pressed kisses all over his face and told Minseok how much he needed him and would never let anything keep them apart.
Minseok still gave Jongin a tongue lashing, but Jongin had gotten his mate and they’ve been riding the waves of bliss ever since. It’s been several years now, but Jongin is no less enraptured, no less drawn in by his mate. No one else will ever compare.
It’s why Jongin is rushing through the forest, ready to be back at home in the camp with their pack - with Minseok - after a successful hunting trip. The others are slower, burdened with their kills, but Jongin is too impatient, too wound up on the adrenaline of a hunt to keep still. The moonlight guides him, the chatter in the distance becoming louder the closer he gets until he’s finally breaking through the tree line, shifting from paws to hands, shedding midnight fur for skin.
There are pockets of his packmates scattered throughout the camp and Jongin scans through the figures, searching for a familiar face among the rest. When Jongin finds Minseok standing by the fire, he sneaks up behind him, knowing that Minseok is well aware of his presence already. Jongin wraps his arms around his mate from behind, nose pressed to Minseok’s neck as Minseok melts back against him. He’s not subtle in the way he rubs his scent all over Minseok’s skin, chasing away all others.
Minseok smells of Minah, Kyungsoo’s handful of a mate. She’s Trouble on her good days, and lately, she’s been getting worse. Her and Kyungsoo are expecting and her belly is rounded out quite nicely; and even if she complains that she’s too wobbly as she balances on her toes to walk through their camp, there’s always an upturn to her lips. Two, Joonmyun had said. Maybe three pups.
Kyungsoo’s been silently smug about it since they'd gotten the news. Insufferably satisfied.
Jongin’s hands travel down, palms resting low on Minseok stomach. There may be no outward signs yet, but Jongin can sense it, smell it, taste it at night when he has Minseok spread underneath him. Minseok is pregnant. His usual sweet aroma is dampened and Jongin is pleased that his own scent clings easier to Minseok now.
Mineminemine.
It makes Jongin extra protective. He’s constantly underfoot and Minseok is always slapping his hands or pushing him away when he’s being too clingy, relenting only when Jongin pouts and crawls toward him pitifully.
Jongdae, an unhelpful and all around pain in the ass, likes to call Jongin a barnacle. Jongin just shoos him away, trying to kick the omega in the butt without releasing Minseok and usually failing which means he’s subjected to Jongdae’s cackling until Joonmyun pops his head out. One look from Joonmyun and Jongdae falls in line without hesitation. It’s a superpower.
But sometimes Minseok is more understanding, molds himself to Jongin because he knows that Jongin only wants to keep him safe, secure, loved. It isn’t long before Minseok is turning in Jongin’s hold, cupping Jongin’s face to bring him down, their noses bumping lightly.
“Hey,” Minseok whispers, his eyes crinkling when he smiles.
Their pack isn’t small and there are people all around them, but for Jongin, there’s only Minseok. “Missed you,” Jongin rumbles, dipping to steal a kiss.
Minseok laughs at him, rolling his eyes. “You were only gone a few hours.”
“Too long,” Jongin sighs. He takes the opportunity to slant his lips over Minseok’s, stealing any other retorts ready to be used against him.
Jongin is never sure if Minseok is going to push him off to finish what he was going to say or kiss him back and he’s ineffably pleased when Minseok stands on his toes, pressing forward. “It’s a good thing I love you so much,” Minseok whispers against Jongin’s lips, his arms circling Jongin’s neck to hold. “Because you are clingy.”
Minseok’s tone is teasing, but Jongin can smell how much Minseok is enjoying the attention and he slips fingers in Minseok’s hair, tipping his head back. A soft whine skitters up Minseok’s throat and his eyes flash yellow. His teeth are sharp when Jongin kisses him again and Jongin flicks his tongue over the points of Minseok’s canines, swallowing down the moans that follow.
A solid smack lands on Jongin’s ass and he detaches from Minseok’s mouth with a snarl, the alpha wolf in him coming to the surface as he glares at the culprit. Kyungsoo looks nonplussed, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re in the middle of camp,” Kyungsoo says in the way of an explanation.
“Come on,” Minseok coaxes, fingers threading through Jongin’s to tug him toward their home for more privacy.
Jongin is on his mate the moment they cross the threshold, the door of their small cabin slamming behind them with an echo. Minseok puts up no resistance as Jongin cups the backs of his thighs, plucking him from the floor as he trails hot kisses down Minseok’s neck. It’s only because of Minseok’s current condition that Jongin has enough sense to make it to their bedroom instead of draping Minseok over the floor in front of the fireplace.
Minseok sighs, pleased, when his back hits the bed and he’s pulling Jongin on top of him, arms and legs secure around him. Jongin growls as he grinds down, one hand in Minseok’s hair to hold his head still so he can stare down at him, watch the pleasure that plays over Minseok’s handsome face when Jongin drags fingers down to his cock, slipping even further to swipe through the slick between Minseok’s thighs.
He’s so wet already, practically dripping and Jongin gathers it on his fingers to use as he takes Minseok’s cock and strokes him firmly. Minseok’s jaw drops open, pink lips parted with silent moans as Jongin works him up, relishing the way Minseok’s hips buck into his hold, his nails sharpening as they scrape down Jongin’s back for purchase.
“Jongin,” Minseok chokes, throat working helplessly and thighs trembling when he comes. It never takes much for the first one and Jongin eyes the stripes of white on Minseok’s skin greedily.
Minseok is panting, trying to catch his breath. Jongin slips down his mate’s body, dragging his tongue over the slit of Minseok’s sensitive cock to clean away the last of the come. A shudder races through Minseok, a moan escaping as Jongin pushes his thighs up and apart. Minseok’s arousal smells divine and Jongin’s mouth is watering at the thought of getting his mouth on him. He can feel his cock throbbing, wanting nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside his mate, but Jongin wants to make it good for Minseok too.
Jongin holds Minseok open, too impatient to work up to it. He drags his tongue up the cleft of Minseok’s ass, swallowing down his naturally sweet taste with a pleased groan. He licks over Minseok’s rim, letting his tongue catch and then slide in with little resistance. Minseok’s thighs try to close in around him, hips raising off the bed to grind against Jongin’s face. Jongin lets him, pausing only to pull away and slip two fingers inside Minseok instead.
When Jongin lifts his gaze, he sees Minseok’s head pressed back, mouth open and skin stained with a pink flush that races down his neck and chest. His fingers are bunched in the sheets and his cock is hard again, the head wiping through the mess still on his stomach. If he didn’t think Minseok would come and fall asleep right after, he’d suck him into his mouth and drink him down. But Minseok tires a lot sooner now; Jongin learned that the hard way.
Jongin would be gentler, more careful if he didn’t know Minseok would get angry with him, spitting curses until Jongin stopped treating him like he was going to break. “Fuck me like you need me!” Minseok had screamed at him when Jongin had kept it slow after learning of Minseok’s pregnancy. Jongin hasn’t made that mistake again.
The crown of his cock pushes into Minseok with a slick pop, the rest following until he’s buried inside his mate. Minseok is clenching around him, ankles now hooked around Jongin’s back and pushing against him for more. Jongin falls over Minseok, elbows on either side of his head and he stares down at Minseok, enamored and so fucking in love.
Yellow eyes meet red and Minseok sucks in a sharp breath just before Jongin pulls out and slams back in, shunting Minseok’s body up the mattress. Minseok is so slick, so tight and hot that Jongin has to breathe through it, focus on the rhythm and how loud he can make Minseok scream so he doesn’t knot too early.
It’s not an easy thing to do when Jongin feels like he’s drowning in Minseok, giving himself wholly to the man beneath him. And he would. Without hesitation. Minseok is grasping at him, his moans higher, his voice scratchy as he fucks himself down on Jongin’s cock. Jongin can feel his knot growing, expanding slowly and Minseok clamps around it purposefully, babbling about how much he wants it, craves it, need your knot in me all night.
This is far removed from their first time when Jongin had been too afraid to hurt Minseok, refusing to push his knot inside his mate. Now he knows how much Minseok is addicted to the stretch, to the way he’s held open as Jongin fills him up. He doesn’t hesitate to let his knot thrust in one last time, grinding it further into Minseok’s open, pliant body as Minseok tightens, his eyes rolling back as he comes over his stomach for a second time.
The pulsing muscles around his knot have Jongin riding out his own climax, shuddering and shaking apart as Minseok’s fingers scratch through his damp hair. Minseok jerks, groaning as Jongin’s knot throbs, wiggling his hips until Jongin nearly falls, wrestling with Minseok’s arms to keep him still. Minseok huffs out a laugh as Jongin’s eyes blur with tears from the sensitivity. Fucking Minseok knows him too well.
Minseok pries one of his arms away, forcefully taking Jongin’s hand and threading their fingers, kissing over his knuckles in apology. And it’s not as if Jongin could ever be really upset with him. Jongin slumps on Minseok, burying his head against Minseok’s neck with a pleased sigh.
They’re going to be tied together for a while. Once Jongin has full motor control again, he gently rolls them over so Minseok can settle comfortably on top of him. Minseok drops several tired kisses on Jongin’s mouth before nuzzling his head under Jongin’s chin and falling asleep. Jongin follows just after pulling a blanket over Minseok so he doesn’t get cold.
Jongin wakes in the morning to Minseok rocking on his hardening cock, his hands flying down to rest on Minseok’s hips. When Minseok peers up at him through sleep mussed hair, his eyes are yellow and his lips are bitten red. “Mate,” he growls.
Jongin’s wolfs soars to the surface, rolling Minseok onto his back and pinning his hands to the mattress. He thrusts all the way into his mate, watching as Minseok positively writhes beneath him, a vision of beauty. The tip of Jongin’s nose glides up Minseok’s neck, bumping his face until he can kiss him, taste him first thing in the morning. Minseok whimpers, and Jongin gives him exactly what he needs.
He was definitely worth fighting for.
Pairing: Jongin/Minseok
Rating:NC-17
Length: 2100w
Warnings: wolf/abo, self lubrication, rimming, knotting, mpreg
Author's Note: A birthday gift for a certain someone who didn't tell me her birthday was today until YESTERDAY so I'm sorry it's rushed. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! *sniffs* WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL!
Summary: Minseok was worth fighting for.
Jongin is stubborn.
He’s not loud or dominating like the other alphas in the pack, but he’s stubborn. To a fault, some would say. Well, most would say. Although Jongin can’t find it in himself to be remorseful for a trait that landed him his ideal mate. His Minseok. His absolute better half.
It had taken patience and an iron will, chasing off any alpha interested in the omega until Jongin was of age to claim him himself. Minseok hit maturity a full four years before Jongin, but that didn’t mean Jongin was going to give him up. Not by a long shot. Minseok had been desired by many, but Jongin was always there, always by his side, feigning innocence as he’d press sharp teeth to Minseok’s skin, scraping to leave a mark and leaving his scent all over the omega so all the others would get the hint.
It had all been worth it in the end.
Minseok had yelled at Jongin; he had cried and fallen to his knees, palms pressed to his eyes because he’d thought no one had wanted him. Jongin had gathered him into his arms, pressed kisses all over his face and told Minseok how much he needed him and would never let anything keep them apart.
Minseok still gave Jongin a tongue lashing, but Jongin had gotten his mate and they’ve been riding the waves of bliss ever since. It’s been several years now, but Jongin is no less enraptured, no less drawn in by his mate. No one else will ever compare.
It’s why Jongin is rushing through the forest, ready to be back at home in the camp with their pack - with Minseok - after a successful hunting trip. The others are slower, burdened with their kills, but Jongin is too impatient, too wound up on the adrenaline of a hunt to keep still. The moonlight guides him, the chatter in the distance becoming louder the closer he gets until he’s finally breaking through the tree line, shifting from paws to hands, shedding midnight fur for skin.
There are pockets of his packmates scattered throughout the camp and Jongin scans through the figures, searching for a familiar face among the rest. When Jongin finds Minseok standing by the fire, he sneaks up behind him, knowing that Minseok is well aware of his presence already. Jongin wraps his arms around his mate from behind, nose pressed to Minseok’s neck as Minseok melts back against him. He’s not subtle in the way he rubs his scent all over Minseok’s skin, chasing away all others.
Minseok smells of Minah, Kyungsoo’s handful of a mate. She’s Trouble on her good days, and lately, she’s been getting worse. Her and Kyungsoo are expecting and her belly is rounded out quite nicely; and even if she complains that she’s too wobbly as she balances on her toes to walk through their camp, there’s always an upturn to her lips. Two, Joonmyun had said. Maybe three pups.
Kyungsoo’s been silently smug about it since they'd gotten the news. Insufferably satisfied.
Jongin’s hands travel down, palms resting low on Minseok stomach. There may be no outward signs yet, but Jongin can sense it, smell it, taste it at night when he has Minseok spread underneath him. Minseok is pregnant. His usual sweet aroma is dampened and Jongin is pleased that his own scent clings easier to Minseok now.
Mineminemine.
It makes Jongin extra protective. He’s constantly underfoot and Minseok is always slapping his hands or pushing him away when he’s being too clingy, relenting only when Jongin pouts and crawls toward him pitifully.
Jongdae, an unhelpful and all around pain in the ass, likes to call Jongin a barnacle. Jongin just shoos him away, trying to kick the omega in the butt without releasing Minseok and usually failing which means he’s subjected to Jongdae’s cackling until Joonmyun pops his head out. One look from Joonmyun and Jongdae falls in line without hesitation. It’s a superpower.
But sometimes Minseok is more understanding, molds himself to Jongin because he knows that Jongin only wants to keep him safe, secure, loved. It isn’t long before Minseok is turning in Jongin’s hold, cupping Jongin’s face to bring him down, their noses bumping lightly.
“Hey,” Minseok whispers, his eyes crinkling when he smiles.
Their pack isn’t small and there are people all around them, but for Jongin, there’s only Minseok. “Missed you,” Jongin rumbles, dipping to steal a kiss.
Minseok laughs at him, rolling his eyes. “You were only gone a few hours.”
“Too long,” Jongin sighs. He takes the opportunity to slant his lips over Minseok’s, stealing any other retorts ready to be used against him.
Jongin is never sure if Minseok is going to push him off to finish what he was going to say or kiss him back and he’s ineffably pleased when Minseok stands on his toes, pressing forward. “It’s a good thing I love you so much,” Minseok whispers against Jongin’s lips, his arms circling Jongin’s neck to hold. “Because you are clingy.”
Minseok’s tone is teasing, but Jongin can smell how much Minseok is enjoying the attention and he slips fingers in Minseok’s hair, tipping his head back. A soft whine skitters up Minseok’s throat and his eyes flash yellow. His teeth are sharp when Jongin kisses him again and Jongin flicks his tongue over the points of Minseok’s canines, swallowing down the moans that follow.
A solid smack lands on Jongin’s ass and he detaches from Minseok’s mouth with a snarl, the alpha wolf in him coming to the surface as he glares at the culprit. Kyungsoo looks nonplussed, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re in the middle of camp,” Kyungsoo says in the way of an explanation.
“Come on,” Minseok coaxes, fingers threading through Jongin’s to tug him toward their home for more privacy.
Jongin is on his mate the moment they cross the threshold, the door of their small cabin slamming behind them with an echo. Minseok puts up no resistance as Jongin cups the backs of his thighs, plucking him from the floor as he trails hot kisses down Minseok’s neck. It’s only because of Minseok’s current condition that Jongin has enough sense to make it to their bedroom instead of draping Minseok over the floor in front of the fireplace.
Minseok sighs, pleased, when his back hits the bed and he’s pulling Jongin on top of him, arms and legs secure around him. Jongin growls as he grinds down, one hand in Minseok’s hair to hold his head still so he can stare down at him, watch the pleasure that plays over Minseok’s handsome face when Jongin drags fingers down to his cock, slipping even further to swipe through the slick between Minseok’s thighs.
He’s so wet already, practically dripping and Jongin gathers it on his fingers to use as he takes Minseok’s cock and strokes him firmly. Minseok’s jaw drops open, pink lips parted with silent moans as Jongin works him up, relishing the way Minseok’s hips buck into his hold, his nails sharpening as they scrape down Jongin’s back for purchase.
“Jongin,” Minseok chokes, throat working helplessly and thighs trembling when he comes. It never takes much for the first one and Jongin eyes the stripes of white on Minseok’s skin greedily.
Minseok is panting, trying to catch his breath. Jongin slips down his mate’s body, dragging his tongue over the slit of Minseok’s sensitive cock to clean away the last of the come. A shudder races through Minseok, a moan escaping as Jongin pushes his thighs up and apart. Minseok’s arousal smells divine and Jongin’s mouth is watering at the thought of getting his mouth on him. He can feel his cock throbbing, wanting nothing more than to be buried to the hilt inside his mate, but Jongin wants to make it good for Minseok too.
Jongin holds Minseok open, too impatient to work up to it. He drags his tongue up the cleft of Minseok’s ass, swallowing down his naturally sweet taste with a pleased groan. He licks over Minseok’s rim, letting his tongue catch and then slide in with little resistance. Minseok’s thighs try to close in around him, hips raising off the bed to grind against Jongin’s face. Jongin lets him, pausing only to pull away and slip two fingers inside Minseok instead.
When Jongin lifts his gaze, he sees Minseok’s head pressed back, mouth open and skin stained with a pink flush that races down his neck and chest. His fingers are bunched in the sheets and his cock is hard again, the head wiping through the mess still on his stomach. If he didn’t think Minseok would come and fall asleep right after, he’d suck him into his mouth and drink him down. But Minseok tires a lot sooner now; Jongin learned that the hard way.
Jongin would be gentler, more careful if he didn’t know Minseok would get angry with him, spitting curses until Jongin stopped treating him like he was going to break. “Fuck me like you need me!” Minseok had screamed at him when Jongin had kept it slow after learning of Minseok’s pregnancy. Jongin hasn’t made that mistake again.
The crown of his cock pushes into Minseok with a slick pop, the rest following until he’s buried inside his mate. Minseok is clenching around him, ankles now hooked around Jongin’s back and pushing against him for more. Jongin falls over Minseok, elbows on either side of his head and he stares down at Minseok, enamored and so fucking in love.
Yellow eyes meet red and Minseok sucks in a sharp breath just before Jongin pulls out and slams back in, shunting Minseok’s body up the mattress. Minseok is so slick, so tight and hot that Jongin has to breathe through it, focus on the rhythm and how loud he can make Minseok scream so he doesn’t knot too early.
It’s not an easy thing to do when Jongin feels like he’s drowning in Minseok, giving himself wholly to the man beneath him. And he would. Without hesitation. Minseok is grasping at him, his moans higher, his voice scratchy as he fucks himself down on Jongin’s cock. Jongin can feel his knot growing, expanding slowly and Minseok clamps around it purposefully, babbling about how much he wants it, craves it, need your knot in me all night.
This is far removed from their first time when Jongin had been too afraid to hurt Minseok, refusing to push his knot inside his mate. Now he knows how much Minseok is addicted to the stretch, to the way he’s held open as Jongin fills him up. He doesn’t hesitate to let his knot thrust in one last time, grinding it further into Minseok’s open, pliant body as Minseok tightens, his eyes rolling back as he comes over his stomach for a second time.
The pulsing muscles around his knot have Jongin riding out his own climax, shuddering and shaking apart as Minseok’s fingers scratch through his damp hair. Minseok jerks, groaning as Jongin’s knot throbs, wiggling his hips until Jongin nearly falls, wrestling with Minseok’s arms to keep him still. Minseok huffs out a laugh as Jongin’s eyes blur with tears from the sensitivity. Fucking Minseok knows him too well.
Minseok pries one of his arms away, forcefully taking Jongin’s hand and threading their fingers, kissing over his knuckles in apology. And it’s not as if Jongin could ever be really upset with him. Jongin slumps on Minseok, burying his head against Minseok’s neck with a pleased sigh.
They’re going to be tied together for a while. Once Jongin has full motor control again, he gently rolls them over so Minseok can settle comfortably on top of him. Minseok drops several tired kisses on Jongin’s mouth before nuzzling his head under Jongin’s chin and falling asleep. Jongin follows just after pulling a blanket over Minseok so he doesn’t get cold.
Jongin wakes in the morning to Minseok rocking on his hardening cock, his hands flying down to rest on Minseok’s hips. When Minseok peers up at him through sleep mussed hair, his eyes are yellow and his lips are bitten red. “Mate,” he growls.
Jongin’s wolfs soars to the surface, rolling Minseok onto his back and pinning his hands to the mattress. He thrusts all the way into his mate, watching as Minseok positively writhes beneath him, a vision of beauty. The tip of Jongin’s nose glides up Minseok’s neck, bumping his face until he can kiss him, taste him first thing in the morning. Minseok whimpers, and Jongin gives him exactly what he needs.
He was definitely worth fighting for.