[ | cw: omegaverse]

alpha yg who's gotten very good at giving head and pleasing solely his partners because he has a *very* small penis and even smaller knot.

no omega ever stuck around once he got naked — the kinder ones just snorted before leaving, the not-so-kind ones asked if he could even pop a knot at all.

after being laughed at one-too-many times, yg simply stops trying to find someone kind enough to give hi(s dick)m a chance.

he starts focusing on getting them off with his mouth and hands, on making them feel good in a way he can't do with his dick.

and after the omegas came and suggested with a dopey smile to return the favor or when they tried to reach for his crotch, yg starts to shyly claim that they tasted and sounded so good he couldn't last, came in his pants.

using that strategy, yg manages to sleep around like any other alpha his age, and to also please a whole bunch of omegas and betas — something that fills him with pride but that also hurts his ego, his wolf.

he's a good alpha to his partners but no one is good to *him*.

then he meets nj, an alpha who always wanted to be knotted but could never take an alpha's cock.

nj has a small mouth and a sensitive prostate, he can't even take his own fingers more than half way in his mouth and ass.

his experience with other alphas were few and short, always disappointing.

until yg.

yg was a friend a first — clearly an omegas-only type of alpha — but the more they got to know each other the thicker the sexual tension between them grew.

things change when at a mutual friend's party nj, drunk out of his mind, starts complaining about how it is impossible to find a nice alpha with a non-threatening dick.

"they're so scary!" he gestures wildly with his hands, making yg laugh on his bottle of soju.

"why do alphas have to have such huge scary cocks, hyung?"

yg stops laughing. "no idea."

nj sighs, sliding down the couch enough to rest his head on yg's shoulder. "I like to think that there's an alpha out there with a very below average cock—"

"that's a nice thing to think about, namjoon-ah."

"— and that maybe, just maybe, he'll fuck me with his lovely dick and knot me real good."

the conversation dies off after that — namjoon falls asleep in a matter of seconds — but as he drives his sleepy friend home, and once he gets in bed, and when he goes to work the next day, yg can't stop thinking about it.

about nj, about what he said about alpha's cocks, about nj and his cock, about fucking nj with his useless excuse of a cock, about knotting him.

it'd be his first time fucking someone (or at least trying to). and yg wants it, wants it so bad he cries about it one night while jerking off.

days go by, yg grows more and more aware of nj and every single thing he does. of both his attentiveness and clumsiness, of the way he smiles and flexes his muscles without realizing. of the way he smells both like a wet dog and a dense forest — fun and peaceful.

yg also starts to daydream about nj.

about holding his hand when they go grab some coffe together, about poking his cute dimples. about stealing a kiss right out of his lush mouth and also about fucking it and coming all over his tongue.

yg pines and agonizes over how to bring up a subject nj talked about weeks before while drunk, when out of nowhere nj says:

"hyung, omegas have smaller dicks right?"

yg chokes on a mouthful of pizza. "the hell?"

nj makes himself more comfortable on yg's couch. "you fucked omegas before right?"

yg nods, shrugs. nods again.

"so please just answer my question."

yg narrows his eyes. "why?"

a little bit of sauce drops on nj's white shirt as he adjusts his slice right before his mouth — calculating the best angle for his next bite.

"I'm biting more than I can chew."

"now? yeah, I guess so," yg snorts, using his thumb to swipe the sauce before licking it off.

nj's eyes follow the movement. "not now, with the whole 'wanting to be knotted' thing. I told you about it, remember? thinking maybe I should start off small, pun intended. and I've heard omegas have smaller cocks than alphas, so..." he shrugs, takes a small bite of his pizza.

yg snorts a unamused laugh. "not smaller than mine, that's for sure."

"what?"

nj's exclamation is muffled by the food in his mouth. yg averts his gaze.

"nothing."

"not smaller than yours?" nj repeats. he places his slice down, on the box between them. "you have a small...?"

"namjoon-ah, please. my penis size is not something to discuss over pizza," yg says, voice and posture stiff.

nj ignores him. "how small?" he demands gently. "small for an alpha?"

yg mimics him, grabs a napkin from the coffee table and starts to clean his sauce-covered fingers.

"small," he replies, avoiding nj's eyes. "too small."

nj inhales loudly. "show me"

yg sputters. "w-what?"

nj blinks, as if surprised by his own words. and the blush that spreads across his cheeks is as red as the stain on his shirt.

"n-nothing. forget it, forget I said anything."

"namjoon-ah—"

"that was rude and also beyond inappropriate, you made it very clear you don't..." nj trails of, clasping his greasy hands together on his lap.

yg frowns. "I don't what?"

nj shakes his head, refusing to finish his sentence.

"I don't what, pup?" he asks again, in a scolding tone.

nj shrinks in on himself. "you don't want... you're an omegas-only alpha. you don't want me or even see me that way."

yg's brain short-circuits.

"that way?" he repeats. "what way?"

"the 'dick showing' kind of way," nj explains in a dejected tone.

yg lets ou a small, incredulous: "what the fuck."

"I know, you gave me plenty of signs that nothing would happen between us. can we just forget this last bit happened?"

yg shakes his head. "no we can't."

"hyung—"

"we can't because you're wrong," yg explains with a contained laugh, grabbing the pizza and placing it on the coffe table in order to sit closer to nj. to touch his cheeck and say: "I very much want you in a 'dick showing' way."

nj gapes. yg smiles.

"I wanted you in a 'dick showing' way for quite some time now."

"that's why you ignored all my attempts to flirting?" nj arches one eyebrow.

"what attempts?" yg arches one eyebrow too.

they stare at each other trying very hard not to giggle.

"well, go ahead then, alpha," nj encourages, tilting his head into yg's touch.

"huh?"

"show me," nj whispers, glancing down at yg's lap.

[gotta sleep, I'll finish this tomorrow night aaaaaaaaaa sorry for the typos and different tenses this was not pre-written aaaaaaaaa]

yg's cock twitches at the attention, chubbing up in his jeans. he panics a little.

"just like that?" he lets out a shaky laugh. "you want me to show you my dick on command, on a non sexy environment?"

nj tries to contain a giggle, ends up snorting.

"you're right hyung, that was rude of me. I apologize," he says, now touching yg's thighs, feeling him up with no rush.

"you're forgiven," yg agrees, moving his hand from nj's jaw to his peach hair, the feel of it silkier than yg expected.

"let's get the atmosphere sexier first," nj suggests, licking the leftover grease off his lips before leaning in and kissing yg.

nj's mouth feels soft and tastes like pepperoni — yg doesn't want to kiss anyone else.

they're tentative with their movements. getting acquainted politely, then searching a little more forcefully, exploring.

yg realizes that nj shivers whenever he sucks on his tongue and that he loves to bite (typical alpha).

they makeout wetly, subtly fighting for the upper hand until their breathing grows more laboured, until yg's cock is fully hard yet barely noticeable.

"c'mere," nj pants against his lips, grabbing yg by the waist and placing him on his lap, as if yg weighs nothing.

"fuck," yg pants, holding onto nj's shoulders.

he's so broad, so thick, so *alpha*. yg feels more turned on by it than jealous.

"sexy enough?" nj asks, pupils blown wide. his restless palms keep touching and grabbing yg's thighs, clearly impatient for more.

yg gulps before nodding.

"can I see it now, alpha?" nj pleads sweetly with his manly voice.

yg holds him thighter, closing his eyes before nodding again.

"you sure?" nj hums, hands climbing higher. "we can stop if you want to. I understand."

yg bites down his quivering lip. nj is so attentive, so sweet — the first person yg liked in ages. it's horrifying, to be at his mercy. yg wants it more than anything else.

"m'sure."

nj lets out a heavy, clearly relieved breath. "okay."

his hands move up to the waistband of yg's jeans and undo the bottom with ease. he brings the zipper down slowly, yg has to stop himself from grinding forward on the sweet pressure of it.

"sit up, hyung," nj pleads, hands curling on the waistband of both jeans and boxers.

yg curls his fingers on nj's shoulders and going against his pride he begs quietly: "please don't laugh."

nj lets out a wounded little sound. "I won't. hyung, I swear I won't."

based on his experience so far, yg shouldn't trust such promise.

so he trusts in nj.

he nods, opens his eyes and looks up before raising just enough for nj pull his pants and boxers down his ass.

yg tries to sit down fast when he hears an intake of air, embarrassment coloring his cheeks and making his cock harder, but nj holds him up by the hips.

"fuck," he says, gravely.

yg sinks his nails onto his broad shoulders.

"it's small."

"told you," yg says, voice shaky. he can't look down, can't bring himself to see the look on nj's face. yg knows him well enough to realize when he's trying to hold back a laugh and if that's what he's doing now... yg can't see it.

"so small," nj repeats, bringing yg's hips closer to his face. "fuck, hyung... it's so pretty."

yg laughs — something that usually his partners did when he was in this position — a mean, self-deprecating sound that storms out of him.

"it's not pretty, it's fucking tiny. useless."

"I wanna kiss it," nj says, completely ignoring the facts. he sounds so overwhelmed, gentle in a way yg's never heard before.

he glances down. nj's face is painted in a pretty shade of pink, almost the same shade of his hair, eyes are fixed on yg's cock.

they're almost shinning, his eyes.

yg wonders — not for the first time — what the hell is wrong with him.

"can I?" he looks up at yg.

"what?"

"kiss it," nj repeats, lower, almost shy. "wanna taste it."

"fuck," yg glances up again, hands migrating from nj's shoulders to his hair.

he nods.

nj leans forward and takes yg's dick in his mouth.

the wet, warm feel of nj's lips and tongue punches the air right out of yg's lungs, leaving him breathless. he cries out, wanting moremoremore, unable to stop himself from getting it.

yg pulls nj closer by the hair, until his cock is all the way inside his pliant mouth, nj's cute button nose now pressed to his skin.

he doesn't sputter or gag because yg can't even reach the back of his throat — the knowledge it's both thrilling and humiliating.

"joon-ah," he mewls, incredibly close to coming even though nj is not even moving yet, only holding yg in his mouth, breathing in and out, slowly.

"mmm," nj hums around him and yg hiccups, grinds on his face.

his hips are kicking desperately and nj takes it like a champ, swallowing precum and spit, stroking the underside with his tongue — one huge hand now cupping yg's ass, the other holding onto his thigh, keeping him upright.

"ah, joon-ah, ah ah ah— pup," yg chants, getting lost in the feeling of wetwarmbreedbreedwetwarm, floating higher than ever before.

when he went down on his partners this is how they felt? he made them feel *this* good?

"tastes so good," nj pants when he pulls off. "you taste so good hyung."

yg clenches his jaw hard. tries not to come, not to cry.

"it fits so perfectly," nj keeps saying, swallowing yg down as if to prove his point, then pulling back to say: "like it was made for me."

before yg can even process the words, nj takes him back in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out, bobbing his head minutely so yg's dick won't slip out.

yg keeps leaking more and more precum and nj swallows it greedily, chest almost rumbling in content.

"pup—" yg chokes as a warning when he feels his knot swelling. it's too small to be something worth warning about, but he does it anyway.

and nj... nj rubs his tongue under it, sucks harder, sloppy in his enthusiasm just like the puppy he is.

"shitshitshit, joon-ah—" yg cries out, snapping his hips desperately as his knot finally settles inside nj's mouth and he comes.

it's endless and not enough. yg chases it, rides it out, pumps his come into nj's lovely, pliant mouth. his mind spins with possesive and grateful thoughs, thighs and hands shaking, heart soaring.

this is the best he's ever felt.

nj is the best thing he's ever felt.

"ahhh, pup, baby..." he hisses as nj keeps sucking him, as he keeps coming. he blinks down, at the wonderful sex-drunk alpha staring up at him and his knees almost give out. even as yg gives him what he wants, nj still looks hungry. "so good."

nj moans around him. yg hums.

his knot doesn't take long to start deflating but nj remains in place anyway — something he didn't need to do, since yg's knot is not big enough to lock him in in the first place.

"joon-ah," he thumbs the alpha's cheekbones. "you did so good. now pull off, pup."

nj shakes his head, some drool and come leaking from the corner of his mouth.

he's so adorable yg wants to cry.

"what do you mean 'no'? pull of!" yg laughs, combining nj's soft peach hair with his fingers.

nj shakes his head again.

"what, you gonna cockwarm me forever?"

nj blinks, as if considering the idea. yg laughs again, loud in a way he rarely is.

"namjoon-ah, let my cock go!"

"I can't!" nj explains with an exasperated tone. "you knotted my mouth, hyung! I have to wait until your knot goes down completely before pulling off," he explains like it's obvious, even rolls his eyes at yg before taking the softening cock into his mouth again.

'I'm in love with you', yg thinks.

"you're an idiot," yg says, too fond to fool anyone.

he keeps playing with nj's hair until the stubborn boy finally lets his soft cock slip off his mouth with a content hum.

"now lie down, hyung," nj instructs as he manhandles yg down on the couch, pants still halfway down his thighs. "there you go."

nj then lies down on his chest, sighing like he's satisfied.

yg blinks down at his hair.

"wait, are you going to nap?" he asks, incredulous. "what about you, joon-ah? I wanna make you come too."

yg almost pleads, afraid that nj haven't gotten hard at all to begin with.

"you'll make me come hyung," nj assures, nuzzling yg's chest. "your cock will, I mean. we just gotta wait until it gets hard again so you can fuck me. how fast is your refractory period by the way?"

yg frowns. then laughs. then pulls nj up for a wet, uncoordinated kiss.

yg has a *very* small penis and even smaller knot. still, he manages to fuck, knot and make nj come twice.

not completely useless, after all.

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