Jongdae's Special Birthday Collection Part Two
Title: Morning Shifts
Pairing: Jongdae/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2.3k
Summary: Jongdae works the night shift and Chanyeol works the day shift. Days off together are rare, but they don’t mind. (domestic!au?)
The sun is already peeking over the horizon when Jongdae makes it back home. The birds are starting to chirp and their neighbors are leaving to go to their day jobs at seven-thirty in the morning. He expects his apartment to be quiet save for the soft snores coming from his bedroom, but when he opens the door, he’s surprised to smell the scent of delicious foods and to hear the radio turned on to his favorite station.
He’s pleasantly confused at this point as he takes off his shoes, and he smiles at the deep voice that resonates along with the newest pop ballad song on the charts. “I’m home,” he calls out as he enters the kitchen, smile brightening at seeing his boyfriend’s hair still mussed up from sleep and still in only his pajama bottoms, “Yeol.”
The call of his name catches him off-guard and Chanyeol spins on his feet, eyes wide and partially hidden behind the large frame of his glasses. The action causes Jongdae to laugh and Chanyeol immediately drops the knife onto the counter to take long strides to engulf his smaller boyfriend in a bone-crushing hug. “Good morning, love,” he murmurs into his ear before placing a kiss on top of his head.
“Good morning,” Jongdae echoes back, pulling away enough to lean up and meet the other halfway in a short yet satisfyingly gentle kiss.
“How was your shift?”
Jongdae sighs at the reminder. He’s still dressed in his scrubs from working his night shift as an emergency room nurse at the local hospital, and he wonders why Chanyeol hugged him despite the germs all over his body. It doesn’t stop him from clinging onto his stronger boyfriend though when he tries to move away to get back to cooking. “Tiring,” he mumbles into the warm chest that starts to shake with the younger’s laughter, “Dumb.”
“But it pays the bills,” Chanyeol finishes before he pushes Jongdae away to kiss him again on the lips. The latter frowns when he gets shoved in the direction of their bedroom. “Now go shower. Breakfast will be ready when you get out.”
Jongdae smiles when he gets into his long-awaited shower after working twelve hours overnight. It eases away the stress and pain of having to be on his feet and constantly moving from the night’s work, and he can’t help but wonder why his boyfriend is already awake on his day off. He takes his time, making sure his boyfriend has all the time in the world to make a wonderful breakfast, and he’s glad they’re both experimentalists to a degree. Chanyeol always loves trying out new things and it always brings a spark of excitement into their lives.
He hums when he hears the bathroom door open, seeing the silhouette of his boyfriend behind the shower curtain. He waits patiently, scrubbing his body down right when Chanyeol pulls back the curtain and a cold draft of air follows him in.
Jongdae smiles as warm arms make their way around his lithe waist, his own reaching up to link behind Chanyeol’s neck. “Good morning,” Chanyeol murmurs again, twinkle in his eyes as he leans down to kiss him on the lips.
“Good morning,” Jongdae sighs back blissfully. He turns slowly, making sure his boyfriend doesn’t trip and makes it safely underneath the head of the shower. His fingers tangle themselves in the other’s dark hair, and Jongdae wonders why his boyfriend never accepted any of the offers to become a model with some small company and clothing stores. Chanyeol’s absolutely beautiful with his radiant smile and insane height.
“Are you going to bathe me?” Chanyeol teases as Jongdae continues to simply massage his scalp. “Because that’s the only reason why I joined you in here, to be honest.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes as he slaps him on the chest, taking a step back to reach around him and grab the shampoo. “Of course that’s the only reason why you’re in here,” he mutters back, pouring a generous amount on his palm before reaching back up to lather it into his hair, “Why are you even up so early? It’s your week off isn’t it?”
“That should mean nothing when I want to spend my vacation time with you.”
A blush rises from Jongdae’s chest to his cheeks, feeling his ears burn at the cheesiness of it all. He still hasn’t gotten used to it after all this time. “I still have a day left before I’m on my week vacation, Yeol.”
“I know, Jongdae,” Chanyeol breathes out happily despite the fact his boyfriend needs to go to sleep soon to rest up for his last night shift of the week.
“But since you’re up so early to greet me,” Jongdae teases, reaching up to kiss Chanyeol on the lips before pushing him back underneath the showerhead. He smiles as his boyfriend closes his eyes dutifully before he starts trailing kisses down where the shampoo isn’t reaching his body. He hears a gasp escape Chanyeol’s lips when he latches onto his collarbone and sucks on it gently, using his teeth to scrape along the sensitive skin and his tongue to soothe it over.
“What- What are you doing?” Chanyeol manages to get out before Jongdae sinks to his knees. He feels the water from the younger’s hair flick off at the sudden movement, hitting Jongdae on the head and shoulders, before he gently starts to stroke Chanyeol’s half hard erection to life.
Jongdae hums as he kisses the tip of his cock. “Rewarding you for being so sweet to me.”
Chanyeol groans as he fully hardens under the soft strokes and kisses. His fingers wind themselves in Jongdae’s hair tight, and it’s all Jongdae needs to swirl his tongue around the tip before bobbing his head slowly to ease most of it into his mouth. “But the food,” Chanyeol breathes out, gaze darkening when Jongdae looks up to meet his gaze.
Jongdae simply hums around the length in his mouth as a response. He gets to work quickly, knowing what to do with his tongue to make Chanyeol come in the back of his throat. He strokes himself in time to the bobs of his head, definitely giving Chanyeol quite the show, and it’s within no time that Chanyeol comes with a grunt, thrusting forward ever so slightly to ride out the orgasm.
While Chanyeol’s busy trying to catch his breath, Jongdae closes his eyes, pulling off of his boyfriend to concentrate on bringing himself to completion. He only falls over the edge when Chanyeol suddenly grips at his hair and pulls, leaning in to give Jongdae one of the dirtiest kisses he will probably ever experience. Flashes of white explodes in his vision and Jongdae can’t breathe, slumping back against the wall as he watches Chanyeol quickly lather himself in soap before doing the same to him.
Despite being the first one in the shower, Jongdae ends up being the last one out, Chanyeol putting on a pair of sweats and towel-drying his hair as he sluggishly puts on the clothes he brought with him to the bathroom, one of Chanyeol’s oversized sweaters and a clean pair of boxers. Before he knows it, Chanyeol’s already out of the room, making sure whatever he cooked hasn’t burnt to a crisp yet.
When he finally makes it out of the bedroom, Jongdae feels incredibly refreshed and happy, still feeling amazingly warm and sated as he walks past his customary seat, grabs his plate of food, and then plops himself down on his boyfriend’s lap instead, setting his plate down next to his. It causes his boyfriend to laugh at the absurd notions, but he doesn’t complain, not after the morning present he gave him.
“What’s the special occasion for?” Jongdae finally questions in between bites of his breakfast. He hums contently when he feels Chanyeol reach forward on his lap with his left hand to grab his own underneath the table, entwining their fingers together cutely.
“No reason,” Chanyeol hums back with his own smile, stopping to plant a kiss on Jongdae’s warm neck.
Jongdae doesn’t pay him any mind, finishing his food diligently before leaning back onto Chanyeol’s sturdy chest. He ends up playing with the other’s longer fingers, being completely distracted by the fact one hand is hiding underneath the large sweater instead of on his lap like the other hand. “The food was delicious, Yeol,” he murmurs in thought, small smile in place as he brings the lone hand up to his lips to kiss each finger lovingly.
Jongdae was only 17 when a blushing Chanyeol came up to him in the middle of the soccer field and confessed his undying love for him with a single rose. He was busy playing with the soccer coaches Minseok and Luhan when the other man stumbled his way to him, embarrassedly shouting back at their mutual friend Baekhyun to cut it out. To say Jongdae was surprised was an understatement, but he thought Chanyeol was absolutely adorable and couldn’t say no to a confession like that.
That was a little over four years ago, and they’re still going strong. They’ve passed the terrors of graduation and college life, and now they’re both nurses at the local hospital. The only difference is that Jongdae works the night shift while Chanyeol works the day shift, and it’s so very rare that they have time together like this.
“What are you thinking about?” Chanyeol suddenly asks him, and Jongdae realizes he’s been staring at their left hands together for who knows how long. He smiles as he snuggles back further into his boyfriend’s warm chest.
“Did you think we would last this long?”
Warm arms circle his waist again, and he loves how familiar it feels to be pulled into this body he loves so much. “Yeah.” He feels morning stubble he forgot to shave rub against his temple and everything about them is routine. Jongdae never thought he would fall into simple routine. And love it.
“I love you,” Jongdae suddenly murmurs, nosing along Chanyeol’s jawline until he can get to his lips. He feels the smile pressing against his own and the hand move up his stomach. “I love you and your goofy hair and your goofy limbs and your goofy eye twitch.” He shudders when he feels warm fingers rub over his nipple before tracing back down towards his quivering stomach. “I love you,” he breathes out the moment Chanyeol picks him up bridal style and brings him to their bedroom, “Chanyeol.”
The smile Chanyeol gives him in breathtaking. It makes his heart skip beats in a row, and he knows that’s not healthy in any aspect of the medical world, but he loves it. He loves how gentle Chanyeol is in taking off the oversized sweater and his boxers and he loves how warm fingers trace familiar steps all over his body, always trying to memorize the dips and plains of his body even though it’s been familiar territory for years now.
The first whimper to escape Jongdae’s mouth has Chanyeol’s eyes darkening a fraction, lips mouthing down Jongdae’s chest to his firm stomach. The second whimper has Chanyeol fixing his mouth over his cock and slowly going down on him, just how he likes it. The third whimper has Chanyeol fumbling for the lube and coating his fingers before slowly entering one inside his squirming, panting boyfriend.
By the time Chanyeol removes his pajama bottoms and lines himself up, Jongdae is a panting, flushed mess. His eyes are dark and he’s pulling Chanyeol down for a kiss to help distract himself from the initial pain that always comes with Chanyeol filling him completely. “I love you,” he mumbles against kiss-swollen lips, a mewl escaping his mouth when Chanyeol pulls out slowly only to push back in the same way.
His body arches into the distinct warm touch Chanyeol always seems to possess, never getting enough of it as Chanyeol moves against him slow and steady. Making love was always like this, languid, sensual, hot. It makes him feel alive and he doesn’t think he can keep up, unraveling way too quickly for his tastes, but Chanyeol always makes sure to catch him when he flies too far away from him. He’s always there, and he really needs to thank Baekhyun one day for pushing this man to ask him out for a date.
“I’ve got you,” Chanyeol whispers against his lips as he holds him tight with an arm around his waist and he stills, releasing into Jongdae the moment he moans into the kiss and releases between their stomachs.
Jongdae clings onto Chanyeol, kissing him slowly until he’s too tired to move anything but his lips. His arms slip from the younger’s shoulders and he laughs breathlessly when Chanyeol scrunches his nose at the action, wanting to be impossibly closer to him. “I love you, Yeol,” he shyly whispers, gaze dark and fond as Chanyeol laughs in response before bending down to place gentle kisses along the length of his neck.
“I love you too, hubby,” Chanyeol murmurs against damp skin before he slowly pulls out and settles in to sleep next to him, “You’ve had a long night, Jongdae.”
Jongdae’s frozen still at the words, not expecting that to come out of his boyfriend’s mouth. Before he can ask any questions though, Chanyeol’s already looking down at him with adoration and love pouring from his eyes and his heart skips more beats when he feels something with a hard corner being pressed against his side.
“Become my fiancé?”
Jongdae doesn’t hesitate to say “God, yes.”
Jongdae thinks falling into routine is nice, but falling out of it is just as beautiful.
Title: Finishing the Job
Pairing: Jongdae/Zitao
Rating: R
Length: 1.7k
Summary: Junmyeon probably gets tired of never receiving a full report when it comes to Jongdae and Zitao. (spy!au)
Green numbers flit across the black screen as Jongdae’s eyes take it in greedily. There’s a soft buzz in his earpiece indicating there was a shift of location and he closes the screen to pull up another one, looking up the name and picture of the target before looking to a second screen next to him to see the camera moving slowly across a dark building top. “I just looked it up,” he mumbles, hidden earpiece easily catching all his words, “I won.” He smiles when he hears a soft whine and a raspy voice that only belongs to Huang Zitao respond back to him.
“There’s no way. You couldn’t have possibly won that round.”
Jongdae leans back in his chair and stretches his body like a cat’s, a little groan escaping his lips before he bounces back, watching as Zitao finally finds a suitable spot to set up his sniper rifle. “I always win,” he says back proudly, hearing a scoff in return.
“You’re a dumbass. You can’t win every single round. That should be illegal.”
“And like what we’re doing right now isn’t?”
Zitao turns to look at the camera next to him, glare set in his eyes. “Shut up. Where’s the target?”
“If it was illegal, then the boss would’ve banned me from participating in these types of events long ago.”
“You know what I mean, Chen.”
Jongdae scoffs at the sour attitude of the other. “Then you know it isn’t illegal to cheat in a raffle, Tao.”
“Where’s the stupid target already?”
Jongdae chuckles as he shrugs, his hands immediately reaching for his keyboard and typing in a few codes to see what pops up. Silence soon fills the small van, and he wonders why they couldn’t leave the AC on while the other went to do his dirty work. He doesn’t like being in a closed vehicle with multiple exothermic machines surrounding him. He starts to sweat and the muscle tank and thin pants do nothing to alleviate the heat.
“Did you just shrug again?” Zitao suddenly questions and Jongdae forgets the other can’t actually see him as well.
“No,” he singsongs, hacking into the nearest security camera and watching as an elderly man begins to exit the hotel across the street, “Why do I even need to be here? You know who the target is. He’s leaving the building.” He watches as Zitao shrugs himself before lowering to the ground to get in position.
“You needed to get out of the house some time.”
“It’s not my fault a certain someone made it to where I couldn’t walk straight for a week.”
“Are you blaming me for your lack of a social life?”
Jongdae frowns at the accusation, hacking into a different security camera to make sure Zitao isn’t seen. He hums in appreciation when he hacks into another camera instead and he can see the swell of Zitao’s ass from the night lights. He suddenly sees a shift and Zitao’s head is tilting back to smirk at the camera.
“I thought leaving you in the house after fucking you senseless would lessen your libido.”
Jongdae glares at the computer screen. “Fucking knew it!” he hisses through gritted teeth, watching as Zitao laughs quietly before swaying his hips teasingly. “Stop being such a fucking tease, and kill the old man already.”
“Are you getting hard in there? I expected more from you, hubby.”
“Shut the hell up.”
Zitao clicks his tongue in disapproval, and Jongdae can see the other focusing his attention into doing his job correctly instead of trying to mess with him. “You should be more appreciative of me, hubby.”
“Fucking stop calling me that while on the job.” Jongdae can swear Zitao always does this with a purpose.
“And I was going to let him live a little longer.” A gunshot is heard and terrified screams follow it, Zitao swiftly getting up from the ground to make his way back to the van. “What a shame.” Jongdae blushes when Zitao sends him a wink through the camera before he relinquishes his hold on it, returning it back to the proper building’s incapable hands.
“It’s a wonder how I haven’t ruined you yet,” Jongdae mutters in annoyance, hearing a raspy chuckle filter in through the line again. “You suck.”
“You wish.”
Jongdae scowls, arms crossing in front of his chest as he waits for his husband to return to their vehicle. He idly watches from the computer screen as ambulances show up to take care of the elderly man and after fifteen minutes, he starts to wonder where the other is. He flinches when he hears a sudden high-pitched frequency resonate throughout his head. “Tao!” he yelps out, lurching forward as he clutches onto his head, “Tao!”
“Hang on a minute!” he hears as a response, a grunt following right after, and Jongdae is quickly pressing a sequence of letters and symbols into the computer in front of him to try and get a clear view of his husband.
“What’s going on?! I thought it was clear!”
“Obviously you weren’t doing your job right!”
Jongdae growls at the snarky response as he finally hacks into one of the stairwell’s security cameras. “Would you stop that?” he questions angrily, watching with wide eyes as Zitao lands a punch to a large man’s face before ducking and knocking his feet right under him. “I swear I’m going to punch you when you get back here.”
“Not if I get to you first,” Zitao mutters back as he suffers a punch to the stomach before falling into a split and knocking the guy off of him.
“Why the hell do you fucking top when you can do splits like that?” Jongdae breathes out in fascination and annoyance. “I’m topping tonight.”
“Why do you freaking curse so much?” Zitao pants out, finally knocking out the last guy before running the rest of the way down and out of the building. He groans in annoyance when another guy comes up to him and Jongdae has to hack into a different camera to see what’s going on. “And you can’t just declare you’re topping tonight.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes at the statement, getting his own gun out and cocking it just in case. “I can declare it if I want to.” He eyes the situation when Zitao can’t knock the guy out as quickly as the others. “Do you need help in there?”
“No,” Zitao breathes out even as he suffers a punch to the face before he can get a good kick into the other guy’s stomach. “It doesn’t work that way, hubby.”
“Fucking stop calling me that while on the job,” Jongdae groans in annoyance. He pouts dejectedly as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, gun still in hand. He doesn’t understand why the boss expects they can work well together just because they’re married. Obviously, he’s consistently wrong. “Junmyeon’s always fucking wrong. Why does he send us to do all of the assassinations?”
“Because I’m clearly the best at it,” Zitao grumbles out, panting into the earpiece and Jongdae would think it’s hot if he wasn’t so annoyed with his next statement, “And respect the boss. He’s amazing.”
“Only because he treats you like his actual son. Shut the hell up and just kill that guy already.”
“I’m not doing that,” Zitao growls out, “Stop telling me what to do.”
“Then you wouldn’t be doing your job correctly.”
“Says the one who didn’t keep the escape route clear.”
“Dear Lord,” Jongdae whines, about to get up and personally shoot that unknown guy in the head, when Zitao finally knocks the guy out, “Hurry the fuck up. I’m telling Junmyeon to pair me with a different assassin next time.”
“You tend to say the first phrase to me a lot.”
Jongdae grits his teeth in anger, because that’s all Huang Zitao seems to be able to do. They’ve been married for three years already, and they’re still in that weird ‘I hate you’ phase that they never seemed to be able to outgrow. “Junmyeon still sucks,” he mutters petulantly only to hear a scoff in response.
By the time it takes Zitao to get to the van, Jongdae encodes a virus into the security system of the building simply out of spite. When the doors open and Zitao jumps in, he’s scowling at his husband who pushes him to the driver’s seat so they can return to base. “He’s a fantastic boss, and you know it. Stop swearing so much.”
“I can fucking curse as much as I fucking want to,” Jongdae breathes out angrily, stepping on the gas and smiling happily when he hears Zitao fall backwards and towards the doors at the force, the resulting thump satisfyingly loud. He hears Zitao groan and he moves to turn on the radio in celebration. “Serves you right,” he states childishly before a hand comes up to latch onto his throat, barely cutting off his air intake. He gasps at the sudden constriction and the car swerves before it’s on the right side of the road again.
“Like hell you’re topping tonight,” Zitao mouths against his ear, and it causes gooseflesh to erupt all over his skin, “Prove to me you can top me tonight.”
Jongdae suddenly stomps on the brakes, skidding the van to a stop on the side of the road. The hand around his neck tightens minutely, Zitao leaving kittenish licks along his earlobe down to the area underneath his ear. Jongdae can’t breathe and he feels his pants tighten at the thrill.
Just as the hand abruptly latches onto his throat, it disappears just as quickly down to his thigh, massaging the soft area briefly before pressing on his knee to push on the accelerator. Kisses suddenly dot his jawline and Jongdae whines at the conflicting emotions running through him. “Such a fucking tease,” he growls out, speeding up to head straight home instead when the hand on his knee moves up to trace the straining bulge in his pants. They can always call Junmyeon to report the completion of their mission.
Title: Beautiful Pups
Pairing: Jongdae/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2.8k
Summary: Jongdae is a werewolf half-breed, but that doesn’t stop Lu Han from loving him and wanting pups with him. (abo!au)
Coming from an odd world of werewolves, Jongdae was as odd as any wolf can get. He’s a rare case with rare genetics, being born as a half-breed with always present wolf ears and a tail, and he doesn’t understand how it’s possible. There’s only about one in a five-hundred thousand born, and he happened to be that one. His senses are dulled save for his hearing, and most wolves usually want nothing to do with a half-breed like him. Most places want nothing to do with a half-breed like him.
But Lu Han was the one who scented him out in the middle of a soccer game at the local university years ago. Jongdae was in the stands, cheering on one of his few friends Minseok who happened to be a Beta, and he was caught in the headlights when Lu Han suddenly rushed to him at the very top, stopping just short of him before bringing him in for a kiss. It definitely brought on a brawl between the apparent Alpha and his friend, and Jongdae has to admit he was glad Lu Han easily won the fight. He never believed he would find a mate such as he, and he was exceptionally glad he was born as part of an Omega instead of a Beta or Alpha.
It’s been years since then, and from the very first moment Jongdae confessed his love for the wolf, Lu Han has been insisting on getting the man pregnant, saying that Jongdae with his bright smile would only intensify if he was carrying his pup. Jongdae always calls Lu Han an idiot though because their child would be a child, not exactly a pup, but Lu Han’s an older wolf, only Minseok and Yifan rivaling him in age, and all of them refer to their future kids as ‘pups.’ Plus, Jongdae doesn’t like the idea of become all round and fat, but Lu Han always makes sure to show him he will love him any which way, especially when he’s being folded in half and being fucked into the mattress by his Alpha.
Growling reaches his sensitive ears, and he feels himself getting wetter at the sound, the squelching getting louder with each thrust. He whimpers and whines, sharp nails scratching his Alpha’s back raw, and he can’t take it when he starts to feel the other’s cock starting to swell with his knot. “L-Lu,” he gasps out, pupils blown wide as he stares up into uncharacteristically caring, gold eyes.
The frantic movements slow as the knot swells larger, catching on his rim and all the Alpha can do is push back in one more time before grinding against him to help him come. It always catches Jongdae off-guard, back arching when Lu Han’s cock insistently rubs against his prostrate. He feels so full, but he wants more. He always wants more when it involves Lu Han.
As if reading his thoughts, Lu Han bends down with a soft, affectionate smile, connecting their lips together in a sweet kiss that muffles Jongdae’s moan when he finally comes. His ears stand erect and his tail lays limp beside him as he cries, his body oversensitive as he finally feels Lu Han release deep inside of him. The pulsing and warmth feel amazing, and he chants “feels so good, so good” in Lu Han’s ear, words soft and pleading and making him growl again possessively.
An arm wraps itself around his thin waist, letting his legs fall to the bed before he’s flipped and laying on top of his Alpha instead, hearing his loud, strong heartbeat against his ear as they wait for his knot to stop throbbing and shrink. Jongdae feels Lu Han’s arms tighten around him and he smiles at the gesture. “I love you,” Lu Han whispers to him and his smile widens.
“I love you too, Lu Han,” he mumbles back, tilting his head to give his Alpha a kiss on the lips. They continue to stare each other in the eyes until Jongdae succumbs to the temptation of sleep, leaning in to kiss Lu Han’s neck right above his strong pulse point once more. A lingering thought makes it to the forefront of his memory, and he flushes when he realizes what he wants to say.
“You’re heating up again, love,” Lu Han murmurs, rubbing his hand across Jongdae’s lower back affectionately. Jongdae thinks it’s incredibly cute how the elder knows how his body functions and all the little habits that come with it. “What are you thinking about?”
Jongdae moans when he feels Lu Han finally slip out of him, traces of his wetness and the elder’s come dripping out of his hole at the act. He moves to hide his face underneath Lu Han’s chin, and it causes the elder to laugh at the adorable act. “I want to have your pups,” he mumbles abashedly, feeling his body heat up even more, and he’s starting to think it isn’t just because he’s embarrassed. He feels Lu Han stiffen underneath him and when he chances a look up, the biggest smile he has ever seen on his mate’s mouth is shining down on him that he feels like it lights up the whole world.
“Are you sure?” Lu Han ends up asking even as he’s turning them so he’s on top again. Jongdae nods, completely mesmerized by the smile that’s meant only for him. He doesn’t understand the question until he feels a finger prodding his entrance again and then lips mouthing against his neck, “Because I’m determined to fuck you all hours of the day until you become pregnant with my pup.”
Jongdae heats up significantly at the words, whining as he feels himself getting wet again and Lu Han’s cock probing his entrance. He mewls at the tongue being shoved down his throat, and he definitely doesn’t mind trying to conceive if this is what he’s being subjected to every hour of the day.
He ends up on Lu Han’s lap, bouncing enthusiastically because Lu Han’s cock feels amazing inside of him and he can actually set the pace this time around. A growl rumbles deep inside his chest when he feels his mate stroking the base of his tail with a rough thumb and it only prompts him to go faster, Lu Han’s hazy eyes staring up at him with his mouth hanging slightly open in wonder.
“Lu Han,” Jongdae whines, feeling the knot inside him start to swell again. Sweat covers his entire body and he watches greedily as a bead falls tantalizingly slow down the side of Lu Han’s face in front of him. “Lu Han,” he whines again, feeling the harsh tug on his tail as he mewls, feeling his cock start to burn with the need to come. “Han Han Han,” he chants, wanting his mate to touch him when he sinks down one last time and desperately grinds in circles against him.
Lu Han’s breath gets stuck in his throat at the action, hand finally leaving Jongdae’s hip to fist his cock. Another mewl leaves Jongdae’s swollen lips and he comes, stilling immediately and causing Lu Han to grab a hold of his ass cheek to keep him moving in circles against him. Jongdae feels Lu Han start to thrust up impossibly deeper into him and he falls forward, slumping against his mate as he moves him how he needs.
“I love you,” Jongdae mouths against Lu Han’s ear, licking at it affectionately afterwards. It causes Lu Han to thrust up erratically as his orgasm washes over him. Wave after wave of pleasure coursing through both of their bodies, and Jongdae can’t believe this man is his. “I love you, Lu Han.”
A month passes by and Jongdae finds himself in the bathroom, kicking Lu Han out when he’s given the pregnancy test he made his mate go out and buy. He hears whimpering outside the door but he easily ignores it, following the instructions carefully on the package. He waits patiently for five minutes to pass, just to make sure, and he knows he’s going to get angry at Lu Han for scratching on the door so persistently and ruining it.
When he looks after bracing himself for another minute, he feels a flare of disappointment settle in his chest and he feels like crying. He hears the scratching stop immediately, and he wonders if Lu Han can smell the difference in pheromones and moods.
“Jongdae,” Lu Han suddenly calls out, tapping on the door quietly. He can hear the silent concern laced in his words, and the disappointment turns into something worse. “Jongdae, come out. It’s okay.”
Jongdae shakes his head furiously, his ears flopping along and his tail pliant and sagging behind him. “No, it’s not,” he whispers sadly, blaming his half-breed self for this.
“It is, Jongdae,” Lu Han whispers back just as softly.
And the tears fall from Jongdae’s eyes. Being a half-breed is rare, and even producing a pup is even rarer. For some reason, the chances of producing are significantly decreased, and he thinks it has to do with his human male side being unable to actually conceive. He was hoping the Omega side of him would outbalance that, but he’s easily losing hope in that. There will be complications, but they both know the risks and Jongdae actually really likes the idea of being able to carry Lu Han’s pup around inside of him.
“Jongdae,” Lu Han murmurs again, scratching at the door to get him to open up, “Let me in.”
Once Jongdae gathers up the courage to open the door, a squeak escapes his lips as he’s immediately enveloped in strong arms. The sad feeling in his chest explodes and he starts crying again, clinging onto Lu Han because he doesn’t believe he can give Lu Han what they both want.
“Jongdae,” Lu Han whispers, licking his ear affectionately, “It’s okay. We’ll just keep trying.”
Jongdae just nods along, not wanting to kill the hopes inside their hearts at the idea of conceiving a child together.
Since that first test, Lu Han insisted they go to the clinic where their friend Minseok works at, his own Alpha Yixing working there as a doctor. They were told repeatedly of the risks before they were finally told of the ways to increase the chances for pregnancy. Jongdae still blushes at the memory, thinking back to when Minseok kept wiggling his eyebrows at them and said during his heat is the best moment to conceive. Yixing even joined in with a wink and said to always be active sexually ‘just in case.’
Since then, it’s been a year, and Jongdae’s become used to the way Lu Han corners him in some part of the apartment at some random time of the day and has his way with him. Today, they’re in the kitchen when Jongdae’s trying to fix himself a snack when he feels that familiar spike in temperature for no reason at all. He feels a soft kiss being planted on the nape of his neck and he instinctively pushes his ass back against the growing erection of his mate. He feels the pull on the base of his tail and he moans. “Lu Han.”
Jongdae’s suddenly turned, upper body falling on top of the kitchen table instead of the countertop so he doesn’t mess up the area where they prepare their food. Clothes aren’t necessary and are ripped away easily, Jongdae barely whining because that was his favorite shirt of Lu Han’s. His pupils are blown and Lu Han’s eyes are dark, a rough hand fisting the back of his head to turn and look back at his mate as he slowly enters him and fucks him from behind. There’s always an animalistic side to when Lu Han fucks him nowadays, and Jongdae loves it more than anything.
“Jongdae,” Lu Han suddenly growls and he whimpers at the husky sound. He can’t exactly speak when he’s being fucked so well. “You know,” Lu Han pants out, slowing his speed down significantly and Jongdae whines at the loss, pushing himself back against him when he starts to feel Lu Han’s knot swell inside of him, “I love you, Jongdae.”
Jongdae’s mouth falls open when he feels the hand from his waist move to fist his cock and the other in his hair to scratch behind his ear. His eyebrows furrow at the sensation, eyes scrunched tight as he feels Lu Han’s chest lowering to touch his back, and he can’t get enough of this. He can never get enough of this.
“Did you hear me, Jongdae?” Lu Han lowly questions, reaching up to lick at his ear as he continues to slowly thrust into him, a significant contrast to the usual love making the past few weeks, and Jongdae keens against him with a hand reaching back to get a good grip on Lu Han’s thigh instead of the bruising grip he has on the tabletop, “I love you.”
Jongdae is trying so hard to respond back, but it’s so difficult when his heat is controlling him and the knot finally catches on his rim. A few more thrusts has Lu Han eventually filling him whole and grinding against him as Jongdae clenches his hole just to make Lu Han growl again.
“I love you so much, Jongdae.”
Jongdae whines, finally reaching his climax with Lu Han slowly milking him dry. It’s only a few seconds later that he feels Lu Han’s cock throb inside him as he comes as well, pushing against his prostrate deliciously, and he whimpers. “Lu Han.”
“I love you,” Lu Han growls again, fangs tracing over the faint scar of his mark on his neck, “All of you.”
Jongdae cries. He really hopes they can conceive a pup this time around.
At the end of two weeks, they’re back at the clinic where their friends work at, and they’re still a rare pair themselves. Jongdae fidgets in his seat as he and Lu Han wait for their name to be called, trusting their two friends better than some dreadful store-bought pregnancy stick. He guesses he’s obvious about his nervousness because he hears Lu Han’s chuckle directly in his ear before an arm wraps around his shoulders to pull him in close. “You’re reeking of anxiety, Jongdae.”
“Excuse me for being anxious,” Jongdae snaps back. He’s glad Lu Han knows him by now to know that he only gets snappy when his nerves are on the loose. “What if,” he trails off, biting his bottom lip nervously, “Lu Han…”
“I know, Jongdae,” Lu Han murmurs back, both of them watching as Yixing walks out and smiles at them. This is their twelfth time back here.
Jongdae jumps up at the sight of their friend, rushing forward while Lu Han follows behind him with a laugh. Standard tests are done before they finally get to the important part - the stupid pregnancy test, according to Jongdae anyways. He should be able to tell if he’s pregnant because he’s a wolf, but his damn human side continues to mess everything up for him.
When he enters the bathroom again, it’s a bunch of messy tries because of his nerves, and he’s hoping to everything almighty that he’s actually pregnant this time around. He still feels sore from the past week Lu Han had managed to corner him in every part of their apartment to take him completely again and again, his own stress from work unraveling him down to his baser instincts and wanting nothing more than to be enveloped completely and wholly by his caring and loving mate.
By the time the results come back, Jongdae is shaking in Lu Han’s lap, the latter trying to calm his mate down enough to not cause an erection himself, and Jongdae breathes a sigh of relief when Yixing walks back in with a clipboard in hand. He suddenly relaxes against Lu Han’s sturdy body, and he hears Lu Han breathe a sigh of relief with him. He tilts his head back to give him a questioning look. “Nothing,” Lu Han mutters out and Jongdae nods innocently enough before looking to Yixing.
“Well,” the doctor says, reading over the results before his dimple makes an appearance and Lu Han hides his face in the crook of Jongdae’s neck in happiness, “Congratulations, you two. Your pup is going to be gorgeous.”
Jongdae needs to have a word with Yixing when he’s done begging his Alpha to take him over again and again in need for celebration.
Pairing: Jongdae/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2.3k
Summary: Jongdae works the night shift and Chanyeol works the day shift. Days off together are rare, but they don’t mind. (domestic!au?)
The sun is already peeking over the horizon when Jongdae makes it back home. The birds are starting to chirp and their neighbors are leaving to go to their day jobs at seven-thirty in the morning. He expects his apartment to be quiet save for the soft snores coming from his bedroom, but when he opens the door, he’s surprised to smell the scent of delicious foods and to hear the radio turned on to his favorite station.
He’s pleasantly confused at this point as he takes off his shoes, and he smiles at the deep voice that resonates along with the newest pop ballad song on the charts. “I’m home,” he calls out as he enters the kitchen, smile brightening at seeing his boyfriend’s hair still mussed up from sleep and still in only his pajama bottoms, “Yeol.”
The call of his name catches him off-guard and Chanyeol spins on his feet, eyes wide and partially hidden behind the large frame of his glasses. The action causes Jongdae to laugh and Chanyeol immediately drops the knife onto the counter to take long strides to engulf his smaller boyfriend in a bone-crushing hug. “Good morning, love,” he murmurs into his ear before placing a kiss on top of his head.
“Good morning,” Jongdae echoes back, pulling away enough to lean up and meet the other halfway in a short yet satisfyingly gentle kiss.
“How was your shift?”
Jongdae sighs at the reminder. He’s still dressed in his scrubs from working his night shift as an emergency room nurse at the local hospital, and he wonders why Chanyeol hugged him despite the germs all over his body. It doesn’t stop him from clinging onto his stronger boyfriend though when he tries to move away to get back to cooking. “Tiring,” he mumbles into the warm chest that starts to shake with the younger’s laughter, “Dumb.”
“But it pays the bills,” Chanyeol finishes before he pushes Jongdae away to kiss him again on the lips. The latter frowns when he gets shoved in the direction of their bedroom. “Now go shower. Breakfast will be ready when you get out.”
Jongdae smiles when he gets into his long-awaited shower after working twelve hours overnight. It eases away the stress and pain of having to be on his feet and constantly moving from the night’s work, and he can’t help but wonder why his boyfriend is already awake on his day off. He takes his time, making sure his boyfriend has all the time in the world to make a wonderful breakfast, and he’s glad they’re both experimentalists to a degree. Chanyeol always loves trying out new things and it always brings a spark of excitement into their lives.
He hums when he hears the bathroom door open, seeing the silhouette of his boyfriend behind the shower curtain. He waits patiently, scrubbing his body down right when Chanyeol pulls back the curtain and a cold draft of air follows him in.
Jongdae smiles as warm arms make their way around his lithe waist, his own reaching up to link behind Chanyeol’s neck. “Good morning,” Chanyeol murmurs again, twinkle in his eyes as he leans down to kiss him on the lips.
“Good morning,” Jongdae sighs back blissfully. He turns slowly, making sure his boyfriend doesn’t trip and makes it safely underneath the head of the shower. His fingers tangle themselves in the other’s dark hair, and Jongdae wonders why his boyfriend never accepted any of the offers to become a model with some small company and clothing stores. Chanyeol’s absolutely beautiful with his radiant smile and insane height.
“Are you going to bathe me?” Chanyeol teases as Jongdae continues to simply massage his scalp. “Because that’s the only reason why I joined you in here, to be honest.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes as he slaps him on the chest, taking a step back to reach around him and grab the shampoo. “Of course that’s the only reason why you’re in here,” he mutters back, pouring a generous amount on his palm before reaching back up to lather it into his hair, “Why are you even up so early? It’s your week off isn’t it?”
“That should mean nothing when I want to spend my vacation time with you.”
A blush rises from Jongdae’s chest to his cheeks, feeling his ears burn at the cheesiness of it all. He still hasn’t gotten used to it after all this time. “I still have a day left before I’m on my week vacation, Yeol.”
“I know, Jongdae,” Chanyeol breathes out happily despite the fact his boyfriend needs to go to sleep soon to rest up for his last night shift of the week.
“But since you’re up so early to greet me,” Jongdae teases, reaching up to kiss Chanyeol on the lips before pushing him back underneath the showerhead. He smiles as his boyfriend closes his eyes dutifully before he starts trailing kisses down where the shampoo isn’t reaching his body. He hears a gasp escape Chanyeol’s lips when he latches onto his collarbone and sucks on it gently, using his teeth to scrape along the sensitive skin and his tongue to soothe it over.
“What- What are you doing?” Chanyeol manages to get out before Jongdae sinks to his knees. He feels the water from the younger’s hair flick off at the sudden movement, hitting Jongdae on the head and shoulders, before he gently starts to stroke Chanyeol’s half hard erection to life.
Jongdae hums as he kisses the tip of his cock. “Rewarding you for being so sweet to me.”
Chanyeol groans as he fully hardens under the soft strokes and kisses. His fingers wind themselves in Jongdae’s hair tight, and it’s all Jongdae needs to swirl his tongue around the tip before bobbing his head slowly to ease most of it into his mouth. “But the food,” Chanyeol breathes out, gaze darkening when Jongdae looks up to meet his gaze.
Jongdae simply hums around the length in his mouth as a response. He gets to work quickly, knowing what to do with his tongue to make Chanyeol come in the back of his throat. He strokes himself in time to the bobs of his head, definitely giving Chanyeol quite the show, and it’s within no time that Chanyeol comes with a grunt, thrusting forward ever so slightly to ride out the orgasm.
While Chanyeol’s busy trying to catch his breath, Jongdae closes his eyes, pulling off of his boyfriend to concentrate on bringing himself to completion. He only falls over the edge when Chanyeol suddenly grips at his hair and pulls, leaning in to give Jongdae one of the dirtiest kisses he will probably ever experience. Flashes of white explodes in his vision and Jongdae can’t breathe, slumping back against the wall as he watches Chanyeol quickly lather himself in soap before doing the same to him.
Despite being the first one in the shower, Jongdae ends up being the last one out, Chanyeol putting on a pair of sweats and towel-drying his hair as he sluggishly puts on the clothes he brought with him to the bathroom, one of Chanyeol’s oversized sweaters and a clean pair of boxers. Before he knows it, Chanyeol’s already out of the room, making sure whatever he cooked hasn’t burnt to a crisp yet.
When he finally makes it out of the bedroom, Jongdae feels incredibly refreshed and happy, still feeling amazingly warm and sated as he walks past his customary seat, grabs his plate of food, and then plops himself down on his boyfriend’s lap instead, setting his plate down next to his. It causes his boyfriend to laugh at the absurd notions, but he doesn’t complain, not after the morning present he gave him.
“What’s the special occasion for?” Jongdae finally questions in between bites of his breakfast. He hums contently when he feels Chanyeol reach forward on his lap with his left hand to grab his own underneath the table, entwining their fingers together cutely.
“No reason,” Chanyeol hums back with his own smile, stopping to plant a kiss on Jongdae’s warm neck.
Jongdae doesn’t pay him any mind, finishing his food diligently before leaning back onto Chanyeol’s sturdy chest. He ends up playing with the other’s longer fingers, being completely distracted by the fact one hand is hiding underneath the large sweater instead of on his lap like the other hand. “The food was delicious, Yeol,” he murmurs in thought, small smile in place as he brings the lone hand up to his lips to kiss each finger lovingly.
Jongdae was only 17 when a blushing Chanyeol came up to him in the middle of the soccer field and confessed his undying love for him with a single rose. He was busy playing with the soccer coaches Minseok and Luhan when the other man stumbled his way to him, embarrassedly shouting back at their mutual friend Baekhyun to cut it out. To say Jongdae was surprised was an understatement, but he thought Chanyeol was absolutely adorable and couldn’t say no to a confession like that.
That was a little over four years ago, and they’re still going strong. They’ve passed the terrors of graduation and college life, and now they’re both nurses at the local hospital. The only difference is that Jongdae works the night shift while Chanyeol works the day shift, and it’s so very rare that they have time together like this.
“What are you thinking about?” Chanyeol suddenly asks him, and Jongdae realizes he’s been staring at their left hands together for who knows how long. He smiles as he snuggles back further into his boyfriend’s warm chest.
“Did you think we would last this long?”
Warm arms circle his waist again, and he loves how familiar it feels to be pulled into this body he loves so much. “Yeah.” He feels morning stubble he forgot to shave rub against his temple and everything about them is routine. Jongdae never thought he would fall into simple routine. And love it.
“I love you,” Jongdae suddenly murmurs, nosing along Chanyeol’s jawline until he can get to his lips. He feels the smile pressing against his own and the hand move up his stomach. “I love you and your goofy hair and your goofy limbs and your goofy eye twitch.” He shudders when he feels warm fingers rub over his nipple before tracing back down towards his quivering stomach. “I love you,” he breathes out the moment Chanyeol picks him up bridal style and brings him to their bedroom, “Chanyeol.”
The smile Chanyeol gives him in breathtaking. It makes his heart skip beats in a row, and he knows that’s not healthy in any aspect of the medical world, but he loves it. He loves how gentle Chanyeol is in taking off the oversized sweater and his boxers and he loves how warm fingers trace familiar steps all over his body, always trying to memorize the dips and plains of his body even though it’s been familiar territory for years now.
The first whimper to escape Jongdae’s mouth has Chanyeol’s eyes darkening a fraction, lips mouthing down Jongdae’s chest to his firm stomach. The second whimper has Chanyeol fixing his mouth over his cock and slowly going down on him, just how he likes it. The third whimper has Chanyeol fumbling for the lube and coating his fingers before slowly entering one inside his squirming, panting boyfriend.
By the time Chanyeol removes his pajama bottoms and lines himself up, Jongdae is a panting, flushed mess. His eyes are dark and he’s pulling Chanyeol down for a kiss to help distract himself from the initial pain that always comes with Chanyeol filling him completely. “I love you,” he mumbles against kiss-swollen lips, a mewl escaping his mouth when Chanyeol pulls out slowly only to push back in the same way.
His body arches into the distinct warm touch Chanyeol always seems to possess, never getting enough of it as Chanyeol moves against him slow and steady. Making love was always like this, languid, sensual, hot. It makes him feel alive and he doesn’t think he can keep up, unraveling way too quickly for his tastes, but Chanyeol always makes sure to catch him when he flies too far away from him. He’s always there, and he really needs to thank Baekhyun one day for pushing this man to ask him out for a date.
“I’ve got you,” Chanyeol whispers against his lips as he holds him tight with an arm around his waist and he stills, releasing into Jongdae the moment he moans into the kiss and releases between their stomachs.
Jongdae clings onto Chanyeol, kissing him slowly until he’s too tired to move anything but his lips. His arms slip from the younger’s shoulders and he laughs breathlessly when Chanyeol scrunches his nose at the action, wanting to be impossibly closer to him. “I love you, Yeol,” he shyly whispers, gaze dark and fond as Chanyeol laughs in response before bending down to place gentle kisses along the length of his neck.
“I love you too, hubby,” Chanyeol murmurs against damp skin before he slowly pulls out and settles in to sleep next to him, “You’ve had a long night, Jongdae.”
Jongdae’s frozen still at the words, not expecting that to come out of his boyfriend’s mouth. Before he can ask any questions though, Chanyeol’s already looking down at him with adoration and love pouring from his eyes and his heart skips more beats when he feels something with a hard corner being pressed against his side.
“Become my fiancé?”
Jongdae doesn’t hesitate to say “God, yes.”
Jongdae thinks falling into routine is nice, but falling out of it is just as beautiful.
Title: Finishing the Job
Pairing: Jongdae/Zitao
Rating: R
Length: 1.7k
Summary: Junmyeon probably gets tired of never receiving a full report when it comes to Jongdae and Zitao. (spy!au)
Green numbers flit across the black screen as Jongdae’s eyes take it in greedily. There’s a soft buzz in his earpiece indicating there was a shift of location and he closes the screen to pull up another one, looking up the name and picture of the target before looking to a second screen next to him to see the camera moving slowly across a dark building top. “I just looked it up,” he mumbles, hidden earpiece easily catching all his words, “I won.” He smiles when he hears a soft whine and a raspy voice that only belongs to Huang Zitao respond back to him.
“There’s no way. You couldn’t have possibly won that round.”
Jongdae leans back in his chair and stretches his body like a cat’s, a little groan escaping his lips before he bounces back, watching as Zitao finally finds a suitable spot to set up his sniper rifle. “I always win,” he says back proudly, hearing a scoff in return.
“You’re a dumbass. You can’t win every single round. That should be illegal.”
“And like what we’re doing right now isn’t?”
Zitao turns to look at the camera next to him, glare set in his eyes. “Shut up. Where’s the target?”
“If it was illegal, then the boss would’ve banned me from participating in these types of events long ago.”
“You know what I mean, Chen.”
Jongdae scoffs at the sour attitude of the other. “Then you know it isn’t illegal to cheat in a raffle, Tao.”
“Where’s the stupid target already?”
Jongdae chuckles as he shrugs, his hands immediately reaching for his keyboard and typing in a few codes to see what pops up. Silence soon fills the small van, and he wonders why they couldn’t leave the AC on while the other went to do his dirty work. He doesn’t like being in a closed vehicle with multiple exothermic machines surrounding him. He starts to sweat and the muscle tank and thin pants do nothing to alleviate the heat.
“Did you just shrug again?” Zitao suddenly questions and Jongdae forgets the other can’t actually see him as well.
“No,” he singsongs, hacking into the nearest security camera and watching as an elderly man begins to exit the hotel across the street, “Why do I even need to be here? You know who the target is. He’s leaving the building.” He watches as Zitao shrugs himself before lowering to the ground to get in position.
“You needed to get out of the house some time.”
“It’s not my fault a certain someone made it to where I couldn’t walk straight for a week.”
“Are you blaming me for your lack of a social life?”
Jongdae frowns at the accusation, hacking into a different security camera to make sure Zitao isn’t seen. He hums in appreciation when he hacks into another camera instead and he can see the swell of Zitao’s ass from the night lights. He suddenly sees a shift and Zitao’s head is tilting back to smirk at the camera.
“I thought leaving you in the house after fucking you senseless would lessen your libido.”
Jongdae glares at the computer screen. “Fucking knew it!” he hisses through gritted teeth, watching as Zitao laughs quietly before swaying his hips teasingly. “Stop being such a fucking tease, and kill the old man already.”
“Are you getting hard in there? I expected more from you, hubby.”
“Shut the hell up.”
Zitao clicks his tongue in disapproval, and Jongdae can see the other focusing his attention into doing his job correctly instead of trying to mess with him. “You should be more appreciative of me, hubby.”
“Fucking stop calling me that while on the job.” Jongdae can swear Zitao always does this with a purpose.
“And I was going to let him live a little longer.” A gunshot is heard and terrified screams follow it, Zitao swiftly getting up from the ground to make his way back to the van. “What a shame.” Jongdae blushes when Zitao sends him a wink through the camera before he relinquishes his hold on it, returning it back to the proper building’s incapable hands.
“It’s a wonder how I haven’t ruined you yet,” Jongdae mutters in annoyance, hearing a raspy chuckle filter in through the line again. “You suck.”
“You wish.”
Jongdae scowls, arms crossing in front of his chest as he waits for his husband to return to their vehicle. He idly watches from the computer screen as ambulances show up to take care of the elderly man and after fifteen minutes, he starts to wonder where the other is. He flinches when he hears a sudden high-pitched frequency resonate throughout his head. “Tao!” he yelps out, lurching forward as he clutches onto his head, “Tao!”
“Hang on a minute!” he hears as a response, a grunt following right after, and Jongdae is quickly pressing a sequence of letters and symbols into the computer in front of him to try and get a clear view of his husband.
“What’s going on?! I thought it was clear!”
“Obviously you weren’t doing your job right!”
Jongdae growls at the snarky response as he finally hacks into one of the stairwell’s security cameras. “Would you stop that?” he questions angrily, watching with wide eyes as Zitao lands a punch to a large man’s face before ducking and knocking his feet right under him. “I swear I’m going to punch you when you get back here.”
“Not if I get to you first,” Zitao mutters back as he suffers a punch to the stomach before falling into a split and knocking the guy off of him.
“Why the hell do you fucking top when you can do splits like that?” Jongdae breathes out in fascination and annoyance. “I’m topping tonight.”
“Why do you freaking curse so much?” Zitao pants out, finally knocking out the last guy before running the rest of the way down and out of the building. He groans in annoyance when another guy comes up to him and Jongdae has to hack into a different camera to see what’s going on. “And you can’t just declare you’re topping tonight.”
Jongdae rolls his eyes at the statement, getting his own gun out and cocking it just in case. “I can declare it if I want to.” He eyes the situation when Zitao can’t knock the guy out as quickly as the others. “Do you need help in there?”
“No,” Zitao breathes out even as he suffers a punch to the face before he can get a good kick into the other guy’s stomach. “It doesn’t work that way, hubby.”
“Fucking stop calling me that while on the job,” Jongdae groans in annoyance. He pouts dejectedly as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, gun still in hand. He doesn’t understand why the boss expects they can work well together just because they’re married. Obviously, he’s consistently wrong. “Junmyeon’s always fucking wrong. Why does he send us to do all of the assassinations?”
“Because I’m clearly the best at it,” Zitao grumbles out, panting into the earpiece and Jongdae would think it’s hot if he wasn’t so annoyed with his next statement, “And respect the boss. He’s amazing.”
“Only because he treats you like his actual son. Shut the hell up and just kill that guy already.”
“I’m not doing that,” Zitao growls out, “Stop telling me what to do.”
“Then you wouldn’t be doing your job correctly.”
“Says the one who didn’t keep the escape route clear.”
“Dear Lord,” Jongdae whines, about to get up and personally shoot that unknown guy in the head, when Zitao finally knocks the guy out, “Hurry the fuck up. I’m telling Junmyeon to pair me with a different assassin next time.”
“You tend to say the first phrase to me a lot.”
Jongdae grits his teeth in anger, because that’s all Huang Zitao seems to be able to do. They’ve been married for three years already, and they’re still in that weird ‘I hate you’ phase that they never seemed to be able to outgrow. “Junmyeon still sucks,” he mutters petulantly only to hear a scoff in response.
By the time it takes Zitao to get to the van, Jongdae encodes a virus into the security system of the building simply out of spite. When the doors open and Zitao jumps in, he’s scowling at his husband who pushes him to the driver’s seat so they can return to base. “He’s a fantastic boss, and you know it. Stop swearing so much.”
“I can fucking curse as much as I fucking want to,” Jongdae breathes out angrily, stepping on the gas and smiling happily when he hears Zitao fall backwards and towards the doors at the force, the resulting thump satisfyingly loud. He hears Zitao groan and he moves to turn on the radio in celebration. “Serves you right,” he states childishly before a hand comes up to latch onto his throat, barely cutting off his air intake. He gasps at the sudden constriction and the car swerves before it’s on the right side of the road again.
“Like hell you’re topping tonight,” Zitao mouths against his ear, and it causes gooseflesh to erupt all over his skin, “Prove to me you can top me tonight.”
Jongdae suddenly stomps on the brakes, skidding the van to a stop on the side of the road. The hand around his neck tightens minutely, Zitao leaving kittenish licks along his earlobe down to the area underneath his ear. Jongdae can’t breathe and he feels his pants tighten at the thrill.
Just as the hand abruptly latches onto his throat, it disappears just as quickly down to his thigh, massaging the soft area briefly before pressing on his knee to push on the accelerator. Kisses suddenly dot his jawline and Jongdae whines at the conflicting emotions running through him. “Such a fucking tease,” he growls out, speeding up to head straight home instead when the hand on his knee moves up to trace the straining bulge in his pants. They can always call Junmyeon to report the completion of their mission.
Title: Beautiful Pups
Pairing: Jongdae/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2.8k
Summary: Jongdae is a werewolf half-breed, but that doesn’t stop Lu Han from loving him and wanting pups with him. (abo!au)
Coming from an odd world of werewolves, Jongdae was as odd as any wolf can get. He’s a rare case with rare genetics, being born as a half-breed with always present wolf ears and a tail, and he doesn’t understand how it’s possible. There’s only about one in a five-hundred thousand born, and he happened to be that one. His senses are dulled save for his hearing, and most wolves usually want nothing to do with a half-breed like him. Most places want nothing to do with a half-breed like him.
But Lu Han was the one who scented him out in the middle of a soccer game at the local university years ago. Jongdae was in the stands, cheering on one of his few friends Minseok who happened to be a Beta, and he was caught in the headlights when Lu Han suddenly rushed to him at the very top, stopping just short of him before bringing him in for a kiss. It definitely brought on a brawl between the apparent Alpha and his friend, and Jongdae has to admit he was glad Lu Han easily won the fight. He never believed he would find a mate such as he, and he was exceptionally glad he was born as part of an Omega instead of a Beta or Alpha.
It’s been years since then, and from the very first moment Jongdae confessed his love for the wolf, Lu Han has been insisting on getting the man pregnant, saying that Jongdae with his bright smile would only intensify if he was carrying his pup. Jongdae always calls Lu Han an idiot though because their child would be a child, not exactly a pup, but Lu Han’s an older wolf, only Minseok and Yifan rivaling him in age, and all of them refer to their future kids as ‘pups.’ Plus, Jongdae doesn’t like the idea of become all round and fat, but Lu Han always makes sure to show him he will love him any which way, especially when he’s being folded in half and being fucked into the mattress by his Alpha.
Growling reaches his sensitive ears, and he feels himself getting wetter at the sound, the squelching getting louder with each thrust. He whimpers and whines, sharp nails scratching his Alpha’s back raw, and he can’t take it when he starts to feel the other’s cock starting to swell with his knot. “L-Lu,” he gasps out, pupils blown wide as he stares up into uncharacteristically caring, gold eyes.
The frantic movements slow as the knot swells larger, catching on his rim and all the Alpha can do is push back in one more time before grinding against him to help him come. It always catches Jongdae off-guard, back arching when Lu Han’s cock insistently rubs against his prostrate. He feels so full, but he wants more. He always wants more when it involves Lu Han.
As if reading his thoughts, Lu Han bends down with a soft, affectionate smile, connecting their lips together in a sweet kiss that muffles Jongdae’s moan when he finally comes. His ears stand erect and his tail lays limp beside him as he cries, his body oversensitive as he finally feels Lu Han release deep inside of him. The pulsing and warmth feel amazing, and he chants “feels so good, so good” in Lu Han’s ear, words soft and pleading and making him growl again possessively.
An arm wraps itself around his thin waist, letting his legs fall to the bed before he’s flipped and laying on top of his Alpha instead, hearing his loud, strong heartbeat against his ear as they wait for his knot to stop throbbing and shrink. Jongdae feels Lu Han’s arms tighten around him and he smiles at the gesture. “I love you,” Lu Han whispers to him and his smile widens.
“I love you too, Lu Han,” he mumbles back, tilting his head to give his Alpha a kiss on the lips. They continue to stare each other in the eyes until Jongdae succumbs to the temptation of sleep, leaning in to kiss Lu Han’s neck right above his strong pulse point once more. A lingering thought makes it to the forefront of his memory, and he flushes when he realizes what he wants to say.
“You’re heating up again, love,” Lu Han murmurs, rubbing his hand across Jongdae’s lower back affectionately. Jongdae thinks it’s incredibly cute how the elder knows how his body functions and all the little habits that come with it. “What are you thinking about?”
Jongdae moans when he feels Lu Han finally slip out of him, traces of his wetness and the elder’s come dripping out of his hole at the act. He moves to hide his face underneath Lu Han’s chin, and it causes the elder to laugh at the adorable act. “I want to have your pups,” he mumbles abashedly, feeling his body heat up even more, and he’s starting to think it isn’t just because he’s embarrassed. He feels Lu Han stiffen underneath him and when he chances a look up, the biggest smile he has ever seen on his mate’s mouth is shining down on him that he feels like it lights up the whole world.
“Are you sure?” Lu Han ends up asking even as he’s turning them so he’s on top again. Jongdae nods, completely mesmerized by the smile that’s meant only for him. He doesn’t understand the question until he feels a finger prodding his entrance again and then lips mouthing against his neck, “Because I’m determined to fuck you all hours of the day until you become pregnant with my pup.”
Jongdae heats up significantly at the words, whining as he feels himself getting wet again and Lu Han’s cock probing his entrance. He mewls at the tongue being shoved down his throat, and he definitely doesn’t mind trying to conceive if this is what he’s being subjected to every hour of the day.
He ends up on Lu Han’s lap, bouncing enthusiastically because Lu Han’s cock feels amazing inside of him and he can actually set the pace this time around. A growl rumbles deep inside his chest when he feels his mate stroking the base of his tail with a rough thumb and it only prompts him to go faster, Lu Han’s hazy eyes staring up at him with his mouth hanging slightly open in wonder.
“Lu Han,” Jongdae whines, feeling the knot inside him start to swell again. Sweat covers his entire body and he watches greedily as a bead falls tantalizingly slow down the side of Lu Han’s face in front of him. “Lu Han,” he whines again, feeling the harsh tug on his tail as he mewls, feeling his cock start to burn with the need to come. “Han Han Han,” he chants, wanting his mate to touch him when he sinks down one last time and desperately grinds in circles against him.
Lu Han’s breath gets stuck in his throat at the action, hand finally leaving Jongdae’s hip to fist his cock. Another mewl leaves Jongdae’s swollen lips and he comes, stilling immediately and causing Lu Han to grab a hold of his ass cheek to keep him moving in circles against him. Jongdae feels Lu Han start to thrust up impossibly deeper into him and he falls forward, slumping against his mate as he moves him how he needs.
“I love you,” Jongdae mouths against Lu Han’s ear, licking at it affectionately afterwards. It causes Lu Han to thrust up erratically as his orgasm washes over him. Wave after wave of pleasure coursing through both of their bodies, and Jongdae can’t believe this man is his. “I love you, Lu Han.”
A month passes by and Jongdae finds himself in the bathroom, kicking Lu Han out when he’s given the pregnancy test he made his mate go out and buy. He hears whimpering outside the door but he easily ignores it, following the instructions carefully on the package. He waits patiently for five minutes to pass, just to make sure, and he knows he’s going to get angry at Lu Han for scratching on the door so persistently and ruining it.
When he looks after bracing himself for another minute, he feels a flare of disappointment settle in his chest and he feels like crying. He hears the scratching stop immediately, and he wonders if Lu Han can smell the difference in pheromones and moods.
“Jongdae,” Lu Han suddenly calls out, tapping on the door quietly. He can hear the silent concern laced in his words, and the disappointment turns into something worse. “Jongdae, come out. It’s okay.”
Jongdae shakes his head furiously, his ears flopping along and his tail pliant and sagging behind him. “No, it’s not,” he whispers sadly, blaming his half-breed self for this.
“It is, Jongdae,” Lu Han whispers back just as softly.
And the tears fall from Jongdae’s eyes. Being a half-breed is rare, and even producing a pup is even rarer. For some reason, the chances of producing are significantly decreased, and he thinks it has to do with his human male side being unable to actually conceive. He was hoping the Omega side of him would outbalance that, but he’s easily losing hope in that. There will be complications, but they both know the risks and Jongdae actually really likes the idea of being able to carry Lu Han’s pup around inside of him.
“Jongdae,” Lu Han murmurs again, scratching at the door to get him to open up, “Let me in.”
Once Jongdae gathers up the courage to open the door, a squeak escapes his lips as he’s immediately enveloped in strong arms. The sad feeling in his chest explodes and he starts crying again, clinging onto Lu Han because he doesn’t believe he can give Lu Han what they both want.
“Jongdae,” Lu Han whispers, licking his ear affectionately, “It’s okay. We’ll just keep trying.”
Jongdae just nods along, not wanting to kill the hopes inside their hearts at the idea of conceiving a child together.
Since that first test, Lu Han insisted they go to the clinic where their friend Minseok works at, his own Alpha Yixing working there as a doctor. They were told repeatedly of the risks before they were finally told of the ways to increase the chances for pregnancy. Jongdae still blushes at the memory, thinking back to when Minseok kept wiggling his eyebrows at them and said during his heat is the best moment to conceive. Yixing even joined in with a wink and said to always be active sexually ‘just in case.’
Since then, it’s been a year, and Jongdae’s become used to the way Lu Han corners him in some part of the apartment at some random time of the day and has his way with him. Today, they’re in the kitchen when Jongdae’s trying to fix himself a snack when he feels that familiar spike in temperature for no reason at all. He feels a soft kiss being planted on the nape of his neck and he instinctively pushes his ass back against the growing erection of his mate. He feels the pull on the base of his tail and he moans. “Lu Han.”
Jongdae’s suddenly turned, upper body falling on top of the kitchen table instead of the countertop so he doesn’t mess up the area where they prepare their food. Clothes aren’t necessary and are ripped away easily, Jongdae barely whining because that was his favorite shirt of Lu Han’s. His pupils are blown and Lu Han’s eyes are dark, a rough hand fisting the back of his head to turn and look back at his mate as he slowly enters him and fucks him from behind. There’s always an animalistic side to when Lu Han fucks him nowadays, and Jongdae loves it more than anything.
“Jongdae,” Lu Han suddenly growls and he whimpers at the husky sound. He can’t exactly speak when he’s being fucked so well. “You know,” Lu Han pants out, slowing his speed down significantly and Jongdae whines at the loss, pushing himself back against him when he starts to feel Lu Han’s knot swell inside of him, “I love you, Jongdae.”
Jongdae’s mouth falls open when he feels the hand from his waist move to fist his cock and the other in his hair to scratch behind his ear. His eyebrows furrow at the sensation, eyes scrunched tight as he feels Lu Han’s chest lowering to touch his back, and he can’t get enough of this. He can never get enough of this.
“Did you hear me, Jongdae?” Lu Han lowly questions, reaching up to lick at his ear as he continues to slowly thrust into him, a significant contrast to the usual love making the past few weeks, and Jongdae keens against him with a hand reaching back to get a good grip on Lu Han’s thigh instead of the bruising grip he has on the tabletop, “I love you.”
Jongdae is trying so hard to respond back, but it’s so difficult when his heat is controlling him and the knot finally catches on his rim. A few more thrusts has Lu Han eventually filling him whole and grinding against him as Jongdae clenches his hole just to make Lu Han growl again.
“I love you so much, Jongdae.”
Jongdae whines, finally reaching his climax with Lu Han slowly milking him dry. It’s only a few seconds later that he feels Lu Han’s cock throb inside him as he comes as well, pushing against his prostrate deliciously, and he whimpers. “Lu Han.”
“I love you,” Lu Han growls again, fangs tracing over the faint scar of his mark on his neck, “All of you.”
Jongdae cries. He really hopes they can conceive a pup this time around.
At the end of two weeks, they’re back at the clinic where their friends work at, and they’re still a rare pair themselves. Jongdae fidgets in his seat as he and Lu Han wait for their name to be called, trusting their two friends better than some dreadful store-bought pregnancy stick. He guesses he’s obvious about his nervousness because he hears Lu Han’s chuckle directly in his ear before an arm wraps around his shoulders to pull him in close. “You’re reeking of anxiety, Jongdae.”
“Excuse me for being anxious,” Jongdae snaps back. He’s glad Lu Han knows him by now to know that he only gets snappy when his nerves are on the loose. “What if,” he trails off, biting his bottom lip nervously, “Lu Han…”
“I know, Jongdae,” Lu Han murmurs back, both of them watching as Yixing walks out and smiles at them. This is their twelfth time back here.
Jongdae jumps up at the sight of their friend, rushing forward while Lu Han follows behind him with a laugh. Standard tests are done before they finally get to the important part - the stupid pregnancy test, according to Jongdae anyways. He should be able to tell if he’s pregnant because he’s a wolf, but his damn human side continues to mess everything up for him.
When he enters the bathroom again, it’s a bunch of messy tries because of his nerves, and he’s hoping to everything almighty that he’s actually pregnant this time around. He still feels sore from the past week Lu Han had managed to corner him in every part of their apartment to take him completely again and again, his own stress from work unraveling him down to his baser instincts and wanting nothing more than to be enveloped completely and wholly by his caring and loving mate.
By the time the results come back, Jongdae is shaking in Lu Han’s lap, the latter trying to calm his mate down enough to not cause an erection himself, and Jongdae breathes a sigh of relief when Yixing walks back in with a clipboard in hand. He suddenly relaxes against Lu Han’s sturdy body, and he hears Lu Han breathe a sigh of relief with him. He tilts his head back to give him a questioning look. “Nothing,” Lu Han mutters out and Jongdae nods innocently enough before looking to Yixing.
“Well,” the doctor says, reading over the results before his dimple makes an appearance and Lu Han hides his face in the crook of Jongdae’s neck in happiness, “Congratulations, you two. Your pup is going to be gorgeous.”
Jongdae needs to have a word with Yixing when he’s done begging his Alpha to take him over again and again in need for celebration.