My Precious Mate

It was the early morning. The sun was barely peeking through the white satin curtains of their room. The dim sun rays illuminated both men on the bed. The soft creaking of the bed, the rustling of the black silk sheets, the cute whimpers from Woobin, and the sinful smack of lips as Yijung sucked bruises into Woobin's thighs was all that could be heard in the otherwise silent bedroom. Yijung could only hope the other members weren't awake this early. The scolding Jihu would give them if he heard them would be endless. "N-no more teasing p-please...Jungie." Woobin stuttered out letting out small sobs in between each word. "Sshh..it's okay baby. Let me eat your delicious little hole." Yijung cooed tenderly, a complete contradiction to the hungry smirk painted on his pale face at the pure desperation on Woobin's own. His golden amber eyes gazed down at the quivering, sweaty, flushed body underneath him. Yijung could feel fondness bloom in his chest at the simply beautiful, debauched picture Woobin made. His precious little omega was perfect. A soft moan spilled like liquid heat from Woobin's swollen, plump, pink lips in response. Lips completely swollen red from sucking his thick c**k earlier in the morning. Woobin arched further towards Yijung's touch. Yijung has to stop himself from groaning as Woobin showed off his flexibility. The flexibility that he has experienced first-hand countless times. Woobin trembles when Yijung trails teasing slender hands along the heated skin of his smooth golden thighs. Yijung's hand were almost as soft as the thick thighs, he was caressing so tenderly. "Alpha, please don't tease... I can't anymore." Woobin begged so sweetly, his pretty voice becoming even more higher pitched than normal. It made Yijung so impossibly hard, sharp jaw clenching against the urge to just give into his omega's sweet pleads and devour his hyung's delicious peach like ass. Yijung could listen to Woobin's moans all day. He didn't find anything more beautiful except for maybe Woobin's singing voice. Yijung's sharp hips jerked instinctively against the soft, black silk sheets, the heat and friction causing him to groan. Pre-c*m leaked all over the expensive bedding, but Yijung couldn't bring himself to care at all. "Patience is the virtue Woobinie. If you're a good omega, your alpha might reward you." Yijung whispered into the soft skin of Woobin's neck. Yijung spoke in a smooth, dark timbre much like melted chocolate. It caused goosebumps to rise across Woobin's sun-kissed skin. Yijung draped a silken thick thigh over his broad shoulder before pressing hot kisses full of affection and love across the soft skin. He rolled his hips into the silk sheets again and again as he listened to the soft moans escaping Woobin's pretty petal pink lips. If he didn't stop soon, he would probably c*m before he got to the main event. Yijung's softly licked across the supple flesh of Woobin's thigh, tasting the sweetness of pure Woobin on his lips as he brushed against the lovely, coconut butter-cream scented skin, leaving pretty red and pink bruises as he made his way towards Woobin's positively dripping hole. The bedsheets underneath completely soaked through with Woobin's slick. "f**k baby. Your hole is soaked, dripping all over the bed making such a mess." Yijung teased, voice full of adoration. The golden-haired omega moaned when intense amber eyes met his own soft brown ones. Woobin whined when Yijung finally leaned down pressing sweet butterfly kisses along the soft, puckered rim of his pink hole. The action had Woobin arching off the bed completely and Yijung putting a hand at his hip to keep him still. "Be still little omega," Yijung growled out softly waiting for Woobin to calm down. Woobin simply whined again, his lips in a cute little pout, but he stopped moving. He knew if he didn't obey Yijung, the teasing would go on for hours on end. Yijung delivered a lick to Woobin's thoroughly soaked hole as a reward for obeying. And god... the taste of Woobin had Yijung dazed. It was addictive. Utter heaven. Sweet, yet not overly so, with an exquisite undertone of buttercream that drove Yijung to the edge. His c**k throbbed violently begging to be touched, Yijung ignored it for now. It was all about Woobin right now. If Woobin weren't such an important part of BTS, as were every member, he would ask Woobin to quit and become his full-time little slut instead. Yijung would be tired, yet full of adrenaline after a long day of performing and interviews, and Woobin would be waiting for him spread eagle on his bed. The smell of slick and coconut buttercream prominent in the air after hours of Woobin f*****g himself with his tiny chubby fingers and dildos of various sizes. Woobin would beg for him to f**k him as soon as he saw him and Yijung would do so without any hesitation. Yijung would f**k Woobin until he cried from overstimulation, yet he would never tell Yijung to stop. Oh no... he would beg for more until he could longer speak. The thought of this had Yijung aroused beyond reason. But... he also wanted to have Woobin right next to him as he performed. Yijung wanted to share the spotlight with Woobin, with his five brothers, as thousands of fans cheered them on. Yijung wanted both and he did have both. Yijung started sucking intensely at his dripping entrance as Woobin's sweet cries egged him on. He begins to rut against the cool sheets again, the sensation making his d**k throb and knot swell the tiniest bit. Yijung start to place harsh licks and sucks along the twitching, pink rim of Woobin's slick hole. More slick pulsed out of Woobin, but Yijung immediately licked it all right up. Hungry growls escaped Yijung's slick stained lips between sucks and kisses as he held tightly onto toned golden thighs. Woobin's thighs were only one of Yijung's favorite physical qualities of Woobin, besides his ass and lips. His hands proceed to grab those golden thighs in a firm bruising grip to keep from Woobin squirming away at the intensity. Hiccuped cries and sobs start to escape Woobin's plump lips as Yijung begins to eat him out, slick drips down Yijung's chin obscenely due to his relentless assault. Yijung licks it up only for more slick to replace the last wave of slick. Half lidded, teary brown eyes met with Yijung's carnivorous golden eyes at a particularly rough and pleasurable drag of the alpha's tongue against Woobin's tiny hole. Yijung can see Woobin's entrance clench and unclench around air as it yearned for a nice thick c**k to come fill it up to the brim. It's too bad Yijung planned to make Woobin o****m with only his tongue and fingers. Still intensely watching Woobin's shivering, overheated form, Yijung continued to lick at his hole. Yijung smirked as a sudden idea occurred to him. He proceeded to sucked hard at Woobin's hole, Woobin shrieked in pure pleasure. Yijung was sure at least Jihu hyung and Junpyo hyung heard Woobin since their room was right next to theirs. He really hoped they didn't. Waking Junpyo up by accident was bad enough, but only made worse if Jihu found out about it. Jihu got so moody if anyone so much as bothered Junpyo. Jihu and Junpyo were unsurprisingly very sappy together. Yijung was happy for his hyungs. He broke away for his thoughts when he heard Woobin whine for his attention. Yijung must of spaced out without realizing it. Yijung refocused his amber gaze to Woobin, only to see Woobin's hips bucking in the air almost erratically, wanting to c*m so bad as he sobbed out, 'Yijung' and 'Please'. Yijung pierced Woobin with his skilled tongue delving deliciously deep inside of him. Woobin tasted so delicious, and Yijung couldn't get enough. Woobin looked completely out of breath. His face flushed cherry red as he struggled to breathe. Woobin looked to be at the edge of insanity when Yijung squeezed at his thighs hard to bring him back down. He didn't want Woobin to pass out...at least not yet. Woobin, his precious little mate, is looking back into his lustful golden gaze with tears in the corners of his chocolate brown eyes. A sudden cry escaped Woobin's plump lips as Yijung once again picked up the pace. Yijung thinks Woobin deserves a reward for withstanding all his teasing. Yijung shoves his tongue inside of Woobin's clenching little hole, who in turn lets out little breathy moans that sound like literal music to Yijung's ears. Yijung's tongue thrusts in and out of Woobin's twitching body, the stretched out hole starts gushing out slick like a waterfall onto Yijung's awaiting tongue. Yijung is not complaining at all. Yijung hums out a tune, before growling lowly at the incredible taste. One of Yijung's pale hands thrust three long, slim fingers up into his cute omega's hole, filling him up harshly. Woobin's reaction was immediate and not at all disappointing. Woobin screamed loudly, it bounces off the wall and seeps through the walls. The whole hotel probably heard Woobin's scream, never mind the other members. Yijung ignores it and continues to f**k Woobin with his long fingers. Woobin releases high pitched cries as his slender back arches into a beautiful little curve and equally slender hips f**k down onto Yijung's fingers in pure desperation. His need to o****m overwhelming him completely. Yijung roughly thrusts his fingers in and out, setting a harsh rhythm as he pulls away from Woobin's delicious hole to swallow his little pink c**k in one go. He hums around it causing delicious vibrations to caress Woobin's tiny d**k. Woobin can only helplessly sob and squirm around on the black silk sheets. Yijung bobs his head up and down hungrily, slurping and sucking like he'll die if he doesn't. He groans as tastes the sweet cream pouring profusely from the tip, hungry for more. Yijung pounds his long fingers straight into the omega's prostate, fingers deadly and unmerciful. He massaged the swollen bundle of nerves as he swallowed around the delicious, little c**k that belonged to his mate. Woobin trashed around mindlessly, unintelligible gibberish versions of Yijung's name left his mouth as pearly tears streamed down his flushed face. His hand grabbed at the sheets, his own hair, before settling on Yijung's black hair to keep the last bit of his sanity intact. "Oh Yijungie...Yijung..more..I-I need more please." Woobin raspes out hoarsely. He sounded throughly wrecked just like Yijung planned since the very beginning. Yijung now had four fingers pounding into Woobin's poor abused hole. The fingertips brushing the nub inside of Woobin continuously. Woobin couldn't speak, all he did was tug on Yijung's dark hair. Yijung groaned in pain at that, but the pain went straight to his swollen red c**k and knot. Woobin's thighs were tightening against the sides of his head as whimpered his name in rapid succession. His sobs and wrecked voice filling Yijung's ears and overtaking his mind. Yijung kept up the pace keep, determined to make Woobin c*m like he never has before. "Yijung!" Woobin screamed in pure ecstasy. The scream resounded in Yijung's brain like a silver bullet would in a enclosed chamber. Hot sweet c*m splashed down Yijung's throat as Woobin fell over the edge. Yijung didn't stop sucking his c**k or thrusting his fingers for a second. Woobin sobbed due to overstimulation and tried to squirm away. Key word: tried. Yijung was dragging him back before he could move a single inch. He held his beautiful hyung firmly in place, and drank all he had to offer. Yijung was so close to following his mate over the edge as well. He rolled his hips harshly against the sheets, dragging his member on the soft sheets continuously. Yijung let out harsh snarls as the pleasure threatened to consume him. It was becoming too much. Yijung licked his way down to Woobin's sweet hole again as Woobin continued to writhe around. The room was filled with high, broken moans of 'Too much' and 'Alpha'. "J-YijungYijungYijung..." Woobin chanted out like his name was a prayer and it was the only way for salvation. Woobin's back arched so much, it looked painful as his hips jerked further onto Yijung's hungry mouth. Overstimulation and over sensitivity made the omega c*m again. Woobin's eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he blacked out for a moment due to the force of his mind shattering o****m. That was it. Yijung couldn't hold on any longer. Hot ribbons of white c*m pulsed out of Yijung's c**k staining the black silk bedding, a sharp contrast of black and white. Yijung growled as he continued to thrust his hips down as he rode out his o****m. Yijung sucked at the omega's hole gently as they both came down from their intense high. A soft moan slipped from Woobin's lips as he quivered on the soft bed. Yijung placed one last kiss on the abused pink hole before sitting up. Yijung gazed down at Woobin with love in his eyes as Woobin sent him a sweet, shaky eye smile. Woobin's features were crinkled adorably, eyes lidded and lips in a pout, and it made Yijung dizzy with the love he felt for him. God...he was completely whipped. No point in denying it. Yijung carded his slender, cool hand soothingly through golden locks as the elder curled tiredly, yet contently into him. Woobin's tiny slender form not fitting perfectly with his own muscled one. Somehow, they made it work as they molded into one. He brought his hand down to caress Woobin's supple skin as he admired the healed bond bite on the left side of his slender neck. It was proof that Woobin belonged to Yijung. As the bite on Yijung's right side of his neck proved that he belonged to Woobin. One day, he hoped a beautiful ring adorned Woobin's tiny hand as well as his own. One day, Yijung thought, one day. Woobin broke the peaceful silence as he made a sudden and alarming declaration. "Will you marry me Jeon Yijung?" Woobin said suddenly as his soft brown eyes fluttered upwards to gaze into Yijung's golden eyes. Yijung's breath hitched and the hand trailing down Woobin's back froze. He always imagined that he would be the one to ask Woobin this question one day. He never imagined that it would be Woobin the one to ask. Yijung's brain shut down as he tried process everything that just happened. "Huh?" was what Yijung eventually said. How eloquent Yijung. Very eloquent indeed. Woobin giggled cutely as he scrambled up from the bed to get something from the nightstand. Usually, Woobin struggled to get out of Yijung's embrace, but Yijung was too distracted to tighten his hold. Woobin pulled out a small black velvet box and proceeded to crawl back onto the bed where Yijung now sat froze on. "I love you Jeon Yijung. I have for such a long time, that I can't remember a time I wasn't in love with you. And I don't want to remember. You are the light in my life Yijung without you, I'm afraid I'll get lost in the darkness. So please, even if the whole world would turn against us, would you give the honor of marrying me?" Woobin declared loudly, his eyes watery and bottom lip wobbly. In his small hand, the black velvet box was open showing the golden band that laid in the middle. It had subtle intricacies of leaves on it as it caught the light from the sun. Yijung heart swelled as he felt tears creeping up. He didn't know what to say. It all felt like too much, yet not enough at the same time. "It would be my honor to marry you Woobin. I'm the lucky one to have you, you are the light in the darkness. So yes...I'll marry you Park Woobin." Yijung finally whispered out, afraid to go any longer, afraid it might all be a figment of his imagination. Woobin let out a loud sob as he slipped the ring on the Yijung's ring finger on his right hand. Yijung hands shook as it looked down at the ring in complete elation. His throat felt clogged up as he fought the urge to cry alongside Woobin. "I only wish I had a ring to give you Woobin." Yijung whispered into Woobin's sweet smelling neck as he hugged Woobin close to him. "I don't mind. I know traditionally it's the Alpha that gives the ring. But I wanted to be the one to do it. You always make me feel so special, I wanted to make you feel the same as well. I hope you don't mind." Woobin responded back in a soft innocent tone. Yijung shook his head. Of course he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. "I don't mind. I'm still getting you ring as soon as I can though." Yijung grumbled out. Woobin simply giggled in that cute way he always does. Silence descended on the room again as they hugged each without letting go. Until, Woobin broke the silence once again. "I love you so much Yijungie. So much." Woobin said in the crook of Yijung's neck. Yijung nuzzled into the soft golden locks of his mate. "I love you more, Woobin. More than you'll ever know." Yijung only whispered back in complete reverence. Once again, silence descended upon the bedroom as both men breathed in sync. Until it was broken once again when Rui and Akira came barging in screaming about Sojiro breaking something. They didn't bother to listen.