(for jazzyou) better than good
❊ for: jazzyou
❊ title: better than good
❊ pairings: kai/d.o, side!kris/chen
❊ rating: nc17
❊ warnings: a/b/o vers, knotting, mentions of mpreg, implied mpreg (no one is pregnant during the fic), kid!exo
❊ word count: ~3.2k
❊ summary: Kyungsoo never asked for two kids, but two kids is what he got.
❊ a/n: Hi dear prompter, I hope you enjoy this fic! I combined two of your prompts because I liked both and couldn't decide what to do. I hope this is what you were hoping for. shoutout to the mods and my great beta! xoxo p.s I WOUld love to do more fics in this vers so tell me if you'd even be into that
Small slivers of moonlight are shining through the slit between their dark colored curtains. The only source of real light is the occasional passing car, illuminating the room for a split second before leaving them in concealed darkness again. Everytime light floods in, Kyungsoo sucks in a deep breath as he takes in his mate’s rugged appearance.
Beads of sweat have matted Jongin’s dark fringe to his forehead while his cheeks have flushed to a healthy red as he lets out puffs of breath. His lips are swollen from Kyungsoo kissing and biting on them for over an hour and he’s tempted to pull his mate up again but Jongin has just started grinding into his thrusts in a way that has Kyungsoo biting on his tongue until it bleeds.
They have to be quiet, more now than usual because it’s nearly three in the morning and neither want to run the risk of waking anyone up. It’s hard though, incredibly so, because Jongin is taking him so well that Kyungsoo just wants to let out all of the noises he’s been holding back.
Kyungsoo’s hands caress every part of Jongin’s body, pressing into the red marks he’s left scattered onto his beautifully golden skin. He reaches down to squeeze at Jongin’s leaking cock, digging his thumb into his wet slit to spread the sticky substance over the swollen head.
“Alpha.” Jongin breathes, digging his heels into Kyungsoo’s lower back to cause the male to fall forward, draping himself over his needy mate. Kyungsoo thrusts eagerly into Jongin, hips rocking harder as his knot starts to grow.
The room is heady with their mingling scents, filling Kyungsoo’s nose and egging him on. Naturally, Kyungsoo’s alpha scent is much heavier than Jongin’s weak beta own but whenever they’re surrounded by each other’s presence it’s the only thing Kyungsoo can smell.
Jongin wraps his arms around Kyungsoo’s neck to press their chests together, breathing more demands into the alpha’s ear about how badly he wants to be knotted, to be bred, and filled with Kyungsoo’s come until he’s leaking.
Any response Kyungsoo has is trapped in his throat as his knot catches on Jongin’s stretched rim before finally growing too big to pull out anymore. Arousal floods through Kyungsoo’s veins as he grinds his hips, head slightly dizzy with pleasure.
Kyungsoo is close, so very close but he refuses to come until Jongin has. He speeds up the strokes of his hand, dragging his fingers meaningfully over the hot flesh in such a way that has Jongin’s thighs trembling.
Jongin comes with his face buried in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck as an attempt to stifle his moans, biting so hard onto his shoulder that he nearly breaks the skin. He clenches so tightly around Kyungsoo’s knot that the elder can’t help but follow suit, grinding his release into his mate. A shudder runs down Kyungsoo’s spine with each wave and Jongin takes it easily, kissing Kyungsoo softly through his orgasm.
It takes a few minutes for them both to catch their breath, Jongin much longer because Kyungsoo doesn’t release the hold on his cock until every drop of come is milked from him. They both stiffen for a moment, waiting to hear any tell-tale sounds of a certain toddler waking up but only the sounds of crickets chirping outside fill the air.
“That was a bad idea.” Kyungsoo breathes as he flops himself down on top of Jongin, come sticking them together and the elder’s knot connecting them still.
“That was a great idea.” Jongin retorts, rolling them over until they’re both on comfortably on their sides. They’ve done this so many times before that they easily fit together, waiting patiently for Kyungsoo’s knot to shrink but they’ll both probably fall asleep before that happens.
With Jongin’s recent promotion, it’s been difficult for them to find time for each other. Everytime they crawled into bed together they were too tired to do anything but kiss each other goodnight. Kyungsoo knows very well they both have to get up at 7 am but when he woke up to Jongin kissing down his chest--well, he certainly couldn’t say no to that.
“We’re both going to be tired at work tomorrow.” Kyungsoo chastises but Jongin just groans in response, burying his face into the elder’s neck with a sleepy grin. In no time at all Jongin is snoring softly into his skin and Kyungsoo knows they’re going to be gross and sticky in the morning but chooses to indulge himself in Jongin’s warmth, falling asleep soon after.
“Papa, Papa!.” A high-pitched voice squeals, breaking off into giggles soon after. Kyungsoo walks back onto the patio, a plate of sandwiches in his hand as he looks around for the source of the voice.
Chanyeol runs as fast as his little legs can carry him, dashing across the yard with a cardboard crown perched preciously on his head and a red cape--is that Kyungsoo's good hand towel?-- blowing behind him. Jongin is only a few steps behind with his arms stretched out in front of him, making weird noises that Kyungsoo will assume to be him imitating a monster of some sorts.
It’s a welcoming sight that makes Kyungsoo smile widely. When he and Jongin were dating back in university, it was obvious that they both wanted children. Jongin was always insecure about the fact that he was a beta and he could never bare Kyungsoo’s biological children. The insecurity ran so deep that it took years to convince Jongin that just because he wasn’t a omega didn’t mean that Kyungsoo couldn’t love him.
Alpha and beta couples weren’t rare, but a lot of people still found it off for the two of them to be mated and married. A lot of alphas preferred to be with omegas just because it came naturally to want them more. Kyungsoo didn’t care what other people thought though, and happily slipped a ring on Jongin’s finger after four years of being together.
Now, five years of marriage and a hyperactive three-year old later, Kyungsoo couldn’t be happier.
“Papa, save me!” Chanyeol shrieks, nearly knocking Kyungsoo over as he barrels into the alpha’s legs. “The monster is going to get me.”
“Tell the monster that it’s his turn to do the dishes, that’ll save you.” Kyungsoo replies as he rests the plate down onto the patio table. A hand reaches for one quickly and Kyungsoo slaps it, rolling his eyes as Jongin practically whimpers. “Your hands aren’t clean, Mr. Monster.”
Jongin leans in to peck the back of Kyungsoo’s neck, sneakily reaching around him to grab two sandwiches off of the plate, handing one to Chanyeol before they both dash back out onto the grass. He swears they’re both the same age sometimes. Kyungsoo has half a mind to call them back but as he watches Chanyeol hop onto Jongin’s back, he figures he can let it slide this time.
When Kyungsoo turns back to go into the house to wash the dishes, Jongin shouts after him. “ ‘Soo! You didn’t cut the crusts off!”
Kyungsoo stares wearily at their dirty bathroom, muddy footprints already drying on the white tile. Jongin and Chanyeol had come inside absolutely covered in mud only forty five minutes before they have to be at Yifan and Jongdae’s for dinner.
Jongin had such a pitiful look on his face as he scuffed his foot into the dirt that Kyungsoo found it hard to even get mad at him. It was a struggled to coax Chanyeol into the tub (and to get Jongin into the shower alone) but they managed to get out of the house on time.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Yifan asks as he hands the picture of a small child to Jongin. He and Jongdae have been talking about adopting another child to grow their family, despite the fact that they already have two of their own. It's always been a dream of both of theirs to adopt and they're finally taking the steps to do it. Kyungsoo is proud of them.
“His name is Yixing and he’s only a year younger than the twins.” Jongdae gushes, his chin hooked over Yifan’s shoulder as he smiles at his mate. Even though Jongdae’s one of the most fussiest omegas Kyungsoo’s ever met, he can tell how much he loves the other. They’ve been together nearly as long as Kyungsoo and Jongin but he’s been friends with Jongdae long before they met their significant others.
Jongdae had always preached about how he would never settle down and refused to be tied to one person for the rest of his life. But then Yifan had stumbled into his life, literally knocking him onto the floor of the university’s coffee shop and spilling coffee onto his shirt. Numbers were exchanged because Jongdae demanded that his clothes be taken to the dry cleaner but then decided he wanted Yifan’s knot all too himself.
“Once all the paperwork is done we can bring him home.” Yifan continues, wrapping his arm around Jongdae’s waist to hold him closer, a proud smile on his face.
“That’s amazing, we’re so happy for you to.” Jongin replies, fingers tracing the shape of the picture. The child on it is smiling brightly, a dimple indenting his cheek. “Hope you guys don’t have too much extra trouble in your house.”
As if on cue, there’s a loud BANG that echoes through the halls and three pairs of footsteps come rushing down the hall. The twins round the corner wearing matching Pororo footie pajamas, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor in their haste to run to their parents.
“Sehunnie did it!” Luhan shouts right as Sehun screams, “Hannie did it!”
When Chanyeol walks up behind them, Kyungsoo’s eyes widen as he takes in the insane amount of glitter that’s been poured all over his son’s head. It coats his black hair and sticks to his skin, falling onto his nice shirt that will probably be a bitch to get out.
“Why do you have a container full of glitter in your house?” Jongin asks and bends down to brush Chanyeol’s fringe from his eyes to stop any glitter from falling into them.
“Yifan has some questionable kinks.” Jongdae half-jokes, causing the alpha to flush.
The twins blink up questionably at their dad. “What’s a kink?” Sehun asks and Yifan nearly spits out his drink.
After changing Chanyeol’s clothes (or stealing one of Luhan’s many colorful pajamas) and brushing most of the glitter from his hair,they finally head home way past the kid’s bedtime because Sehun and Luhan wouldn’t stop crying each time they tried to leave.
Chanyeol is already well on his way to sleep by the time they’re home, head teetering onto Jongin’s shoulder. When Kyungsoo walks back into the living room after making sure Chanyeol’s bed is ready, he’s met with the sight of Jongin half off of the couch with their son knocked out cold on his chest.
“We’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” Jongin declares, eyes dangerously close to falling shut but Kyungsoo snaps in front of his face.
“You’re going to kill your waist and both of you roll in your sleep.” The alpha replies, hoisting Chanyeol into his arms. “I’ll meet you in bed in a few minutes.”
Chanyeol is still out cold when Kyungsoo tucks him into bed, placing his stuffed ferret toy into his arms so he doesn’t wake up crying for it. He kisses his son on the forehead lovingly before leaving. He groans lightly as he sees Jongin still on the couch, curled up clearly not making a move to get up any time soon.
“Don’t make me carry you too, you big baby.” Kyungsoo chides as he grabs Jongin’s hand. He gasps lightly when he’s pulled onto the couch as well, faced with his grinning husband. “You’re going to kill your back, Jongin.”
Jongin ignores Kyungsoo’s qualms and leans in to drop kisses around his mouth, rogue hands slipping down to not so subtly squeeze at the elder’s ass. “I didn’t get dessert at Yifan and Jongdae’s.” he mumbles suggestively.
“You get too much dessert.” Kyungsoo retorts, trying again to pull his mate up but they only end up rolling onto the floor. Jongin fits himself between Kyungsoo’s legs, gripping the elder’s thighs to bend them easily. A surge of arousal shoots up the alpha’s spine because he’s always loved how Jongin looks hovering over him.
They both meet halfway for a hard kiss but Jongin takes control, slipping his tongue into Kyungsoo’s mouth to map out a familiar path. Jongin’s hard body presses Kyungsoo into the wooden floor, soft but desperate lips sliding against his.
Kyungsoo rolls his hips upward, pressing his cock against Jongin’s thigh as he sucks in a deep breath. “Fuck me.” He demands against the other’s lips and in that split second Jongin's eyes flash a brilliant blue before fading back to brown.
The first time Kyungsoo had asked Jongin to fuck him, it had been a spur of the moment thing but Kyungsoo can never bring himself to regret it. Sometimes he gets the urge to just fuck himself on Jongin’s cock, and his mate is normally more than happy to fill that need.
As much as they want to, they can't just fuck on the floor of their living room and run the risk of scarring Chanyeol for life. They manage to make it to their bedroom without knocking anything down, shedding clothing along the way so they're both left in their underwear.
Jongin hooks his fingers into Kyungsoo's briefs, dragging them down as he sucks gently on the pale skin of his stomach. The elder's half hard cock falls out which Jongin eagerly grips, dragging his fingers along the heated flesh.
He gasps slightly when Jongin flips him onto his stomach, letting himself be manhandled onto all fours with his chest resting against the sheets. Kyungsoo folds his arms in front of him as he arches his back, shivering as large hands drag up his thick thighs to his ass, squeezing the supple flesh.
It takes Kyungsoo by surprise when he feels Jongin actually sink his teeth onto one cheek, soothing the spot with his tongue right after. A warm chest presses into Kyungsoo's back and the alpha has to bite back a moan when he feels a hard ridge rubbing against the seam of his ass. Jongin may not have knot but he’s thick and Kyungsoo would be lying if he said he wasn’t gagging for his mate’s cock every now and again.
Jongin prepares him hurriedly and borderline sloppily in his eagerness, lube dripping messily onto their sheets. His fingers drag meaningfully against Kyungsoo’s walls, pressing onto his sweet spot with a crook of a digit.
“Are you ready?” Jongin asks next to Kyungsoo’s ear and when the elder turns his head he can see the genuine concern in his mate’s eyes. It makes his chest swell with emotion and Kyungsoo leans forward to kiss the other. The angle is awkward and hurts his neck a little but neither of them care.
The first push-in is always the worst, but Kyungsoo takes the dull pain in strides. Jongin pushes in slowly, giving his mate time to adjust to his girth until he’s completely sheathed. Only a few minutes past before Kyungsoo is backing up onto Jongin’s cock, relishing in the fact that he feels so full.
Jongin is still moving too slow though, probably concerned that Kyungsoo will get hurt and he’s not having any of that tonight.
“Come on.” Kyungsoo urges, clenching tightly around Jongin’s cock and satisfied by the hitch of breath. “Fuck me like you mean it, you know I can take it.” He rolls his hips in a sharp circle, biting down a moan when a fresh rush of pheromones fill his nose.
Kyungsoo is ready to curse again when Jongin finally, finally snaps his hips forward, nearly sending Kyungsoo’s head flying into the headboard. Jongin’s thrusts are fluid, almost graceful as he drags his cock repeatedly against Kyungsoo’s walls. In an attempt to contain his stifled moans, Kyungsoo buries his face into a nearby pillow but finds that it only makes things worse because it reeks of Jongin.
Sweat drips down Kyungsoo’s thighs as his knees slip further apart, nearly ripping a hole into the pillow as Jongin sits up to fuck Kyungsoo harder. His cock hangs hard and heavy between his legs, a dribble of pre-cum sliding from the head onto their sheets. Kyungsoo reaches down to stroke his own cock because his knot has started to form and he needs some sort of friction against it or he’ll go crazy.
Barely a second later Jongin is slapping his hand away and replacing it with his own, squeezing the head of Kyungsoo’s cock with purpose, the sounds of their thighs slapping together echoing lewdly in their room.
“You’re so good for me, ‘Soo.” Jongin compliments as he leans forward again, grinding his hips in sharp circles. “All for me.” Jongin drags his hand over Kyungsoo’s cock again, stroking over his knot in quick motions as he breathes into his mate’s ear. “Mine.”
There’s a snide remark about how possessive Jongin is on the tip of Kyungsoo’s tongue but it’s lost when Jongin takes his other hand, grips Kyungsoo’s knot and twists.
Choked noises of pleasure get stuck in Kyungsoo’s throat as he comes, shooting white onto their sheets in large spurts. It’s the kind of orgasm that makes Kyungsoo feels like he’s floating, almost weightless as he comes crashing down from his high. Jongin gets three more thrusts in before he’s coming, warm and deep into Kyungsoo’s pliant body.
They both breathe in hot air as they try to catch their breath but that doesn’t stop Jongin from twisting Kyungsoo’s head to the side for a sloppy kiss. His dark fringe falls over his crinkled eyes and Kyungsoo is still baffled as to how he can switch personalities so easily.
They roll over to the other side of the bed to avoid the immense puddle of cum in the middle of the sheets. Jongin pulls out after a few moments, leaning down to drop a kiss on his mate’s nose that has the elder flushing.
“Hyung, you have to clean us up.” Jongin whines and Kyungsoo vaguely thinks that he and Chanyeol sound scarily alike.
“I can’t walk, so either you do it or we’re going to be gross in the morning.” Kyungsoo replies and by the way Jongin noses his way into the crook of the elder’s neck, he has an answer.
They probably really should clean up because they both have work in the morning and Chanyeol has an early morning at daycare. It’s highly likely Jongin will take too long in the shower and only have enough time to steal one of Chanyeol’s pancakes before whining for a kiss. Kyungsoo will probably yell three times before any of them are out of the house, but he could never bring himself to change anything.
Because this, this is enough.
❊ title: better than good
❊ pairings: kai/d.o, side!kris/chen
❊ rating: nc17
❊ warnings: a/b/o vers, knotting, mentions of mpreg, implied mpreg (no one is pregnant during the fic), kid!exo
❊ word count: ~3.2k
❊ summary: Kyungsoo never asked for two kids, but two kids is what he got.
❊ a/n: Hi dear prompter, I hope you enjoy this fic! I combined two of your prompts because I liked both and couldn't decide what to do. I hope this is what you were hoping for. shoutout to the mods and my great beta! xoxo p.s I WOUld love to do more fics in this vers so tell me if you'd even be into that
Small slivers of moonlight are shining through the slit between their dark colored curtains. The only source of real light is the occasional passing car, illuminating the room for a split second before leaving them in concealed darkness again. Everytime light floods in, Kyungsoo sucks in a deep breath as he takes in his mate’s rugged appearance.
Beads of sweat have matted Jongin’s dark fringe to his forehead while his cheeks have flushed to a healthy red as he lets out puffs of breath. His lips are swollen from Kyungsoo kissing and biting on them for over an hour and he’s tempted to pull his mate up again but Jongin has just started grinding into his thrusts in a way that has Kyungsoo biting on his tongue until it bleeds.
They have to be quiet, more now than usual because it’s nearly three in the morning and neither want to run the risk of waking anyone up. It’s hard though, incredibly so, because Jongin is taking him so well that Kyungsoo just wants to let out all of the noises he’s been holding back.
Kyungsoo’s hands caress every part of Jongin’s body, pressing into the red marks he’s left scattered onto his beautifully golden skin. He reaches down to squeeze at Jongin’s leaking cock, digging his thumb into his wet slit to spread the sticky substance over the swollen head.
“Alpha.” Jongin breathes, digging his heels into Kyungsoo’s lower back to cause the male to fall forward, draping himself over his needy mate. Kyungsoo thrusts eagerly into Jongin, hips rocking harder as his knot starts to grow.
The room is heady with their mingling scents, filling Kyungsoo’s nose and egging him on. Naturally, Kyungsoo’s alpha scent is much heavier than Jongin’s weak beta own but whenever they’re surrounded by each other’s presence it’s the only thing Kyungsoo can smell.
Jongin wraps his arms around Kyungsoo’s neck to press their chests together, breathing more demands into the alpha’s ear about how badly he wants to be knotted, to be bred, and filled with Kyungsoo’s come until he’s leaking.
Any response Kyungsoo has is trapped in his throat as his knot catches on Jongin’s stretched rim before finally growing too big to pull out anymore. Arousal floods through Kyungsoo’s veins as he grinds his hips, head slightly dizzy with pleasure.
Kyungsoo is close, so very close but he refuses to come until Jongin has. He speeds up the strokes of his hand, dragging his fingers meaningfully over the hot flesh in such a way that has Jongin’s thighs trembling.
Jongin comes with his face buried in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck as an attempt to stifle his moans, biting so hard onto his shoulder that he nearly breaks the skin. He clenches so tightly around Kyungsoo’s knot that the elder can’t help but follow suit, grinding his release into his mate. A shudder runs down Kyungsoo’s spine with each wave and Jongin takes it easily, kissing Kyungsoo softly through his orgasm.
It takes a few minutes for them both to catch their breath, Jongin much longer because Kyungsoo doesn’t release the hold on his cock until every drop of come is milked from him. They both stiffen for a moment, waiting to hear any tell-tale sounds of a certain toddler waking up but only the sounds of crickets chirping outside fill the air.
“That was a bad idea.” Kyungsoo breathes as he flops himself down on top of Jongin, come sticking them together and the elder’s knot connecting them still.
“That was a great idea.” Jongin retorts, rolling them over until they’re both on comfortably on their sides. They’ve done this so many times before that they easily fit together, waiting patiently for Kyungsoo’s knot to shrink but they’ll both probably fall asleep before that happens.
With Jongin’s recent promotion, it’s been difficult for them to find time for each other. Everytime they crawled into bed together they were too tired to do anything but kiss each other goodnight. Kyungsoo knows very well they both have to get up at 7 am but when he woke up to Jongin kissing down his chest--well, he certainly couldn’t say no to that.
“We’re both going to be tired at work tomorrow.” Kyungsoo chastises but Jongin just groans in response, burying his face into the elder’s neck with a sleepy grin. In no time at all Jongin is snoring softly into his skin and Kyungsoo knows they’re going to be gross and sticky in the morning but chooses to indulge himself in Jongin’s warmth, falling asleep soon after.
“Papa, Papa!.” A high-pitched voice squeals, breaking off into giggles soon after. Kyungsoo walks back onto the patio, a plate of sandwiches in his hand as he looks around for the source of the voice.
Chanyeol runs as fast as his little legs can carry him, dashing across the yard with a cardboard crown perched preciously on his head and a red cape--is that Kyungsoo's good hand towel?-- blowing behind him. Jongin is only a few steps behind with his arms stretched out in front of him, making weird noises that Kyungsoo will assume to be him imitating a monster of some sorts.
It’s a welcoming sight that makes Kyungsoo smile widely. When he and Jongin were dating back in university, it was obvious that they both wanted children. Jongin was always insecure about the fact that he was a beta and he could never bare Kyungsoo’s biological children. The insecurity ran so deep that it took years to convince Jongin that just because he wasn’t a omega didn’t mean that Kyungsoo couldn’t love him.
Alpha and beta couples weren’t rare, but a lot of people still found it off for the two of them to be mated and married. A lot of alphas preferred to be with omegas just because it came naturally to want them more. Kyungsoo didn’t care what other people thought though, and happily slipped a ring on Jongin’s finger after four years of being together.
Now, five years of marriage and a hyperactive three-year old later, Kyungsoo couldn’t be happier.
“Papa, save me!” Chanyeol shrieks, nearly knocking Kyungsoo over as he barrels into the alpha’s legs. “The monster is going to get me.”
“Tell the monster that it’s his turn to do the dishes, that’ll save you.” Kyungsoo replies as he rests the plate down onto the patio table. A hand reaches for one quickly and Kyungsoo slaps it, rolling his eyes as Jongin practically whimpers. “Your hands aren’t clean, Mr. Monster.”
Jongin leans in to peck the back of Kyungsoo’s neck, sneakily reaching around him to grab two sandwiches off of the plate, handing one to Chanyeol before they both dash back out onto the grass. He swears they’re both the same age sometimes. Kyungsoo has half a mind to call them back but as he watches Chanyeol hop onto Jongin’s back, he figures he can let it slide this time.
When Kyungsoo turns back to go into the house to wash the dishes, Jongin shouts after him. “ ‘Soo! You didn’t cut the crusts off!”
Kyungsoo stares wearily at their dirty bathroom, muddy footprints already drying on the white tile. Jongin and Chanyeol had come inside absolutely covered in mud only forty five minutes before they have to be at Yifan and Jongdae’s for dinner.
Jongin had such a pitiful look on his face as he scuffed his foot into the dirt that Kyungsoo found it hard to even get mad at him. It was a struggled to coax Chanyeol into the tub (and to get Jongin into the shower alone) but they managed to get out of the house on time.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Yifan asks as he hands the picture of a small child to Jongin. He and Jongdae have been talking about adopting another child to grow their family, despite the fact that they already have two of their own. It's always been a dream of both of theirs to adopt and they're finally taking the steps to do it. Kyungsoo is proud of them.
“His name is Yixing and he’s only a year younger than the twins.” Jongdae gushes, his chin hooked over Yifan’s shoulder as he smiles at his mate. Even though Jongdae’s one of the most fussiest omegas Kyungsoo’s ever met, he can tell how much he loves the other. They’ve been together nearly as long as Kyungsoo and Jongin but he’s been friends with Jongdae long before they met their significant others.
Jongdae had always preached about how he would never settle down and refused to be tied to one person for the rest of his life. But then Yifan had stumbled into his life, literally knocking him onto the floor of the university’s coffee shop and spilling coffee onto his shirt. Numbers were exchanged because Jongdae demanded that his clothes be taken to the dry cleaner but then decided he wanted Yifan’s knot all too himself.
“Once all the paperwork is done we can bring him home.” Yifan continues, wrapping his arm around Jongdae’s waist to hold him closer, a proud smile on his face.
“That’s amazing, we’re so happy for you to.” Jongin replies, fingers tracing the shape of the picture. The child on it is smiling brightly, a dimple indenting his cheek. “Hope you guys don’t have too much extra trouble in your house.”
As if on cue, there’s a loud BANG that echoes through the halls and three pairs of footsteps come rushing down the hall. The twins round the corner wearing matching Pororo footie pajamas, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor in their haste to run to their parents.
“Sehunnie did it!” Luhan shouts right as Sehun screams, “Hannie did it!”
When Chanyeol walks up behind them, Kyungsoo’s eyes widen as he takes in the insane amount of glitter that’s been poured all over his son’s head. It coats his black hair and sticks to his skin, falling onto his nice shirt that will probably be a bitch to get out.
“Why do you have a container full of glitter in your house?” Jongin asks and bends down to brush Chanyeol’s fringe from his eyes to stop any glitter from falling into them.
“Yifan has some questionable kinks.” Jongdae half-jokes, causing the alpha to flush.
The twins blink up questionably at their dad. “What’s a kink?” Sehun asks and Yifan nearly spits out his drink.
After changing Chanyeol’s clothes (or stealing one of Luhan’s many colorful pajamas) and brushing most of the glitter from his hair,they finally head home way past the kid’s bedtime because Sehun and Luhan wouldn’t stop crying each time they tried to leave.
Chanyeol is already well on his way to sleep by the time they’re home, head teetering onto Jongin’s shoulder. When Kyungsoo walks back into the living room after making sure Chanyeol’s bed is ready, he’s met with the sight of Jongin half off of the couch with their son knocked out cold on his chest.
“We’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” Jongin declares, eyes dangerously close to falling shut but Kyungsoo snaps in front of his face.
“You’re going to kill your waist and both of you roll in your sleep.” The alpha replies, hoisting Chanyeol into his arms. “I’ll meet you in bed in a few minutes.”
Chanyeol is still out cold when Kyungsoo tucks him into bed, placing his stuffed ferret toy into his arms so he doesn’t wake up crying for it. He kisses his son on the forehead lovingly before leaving. He groans lightly as he sees Jongin still on the couch, curled up clearly not making a move to get up any time soon.
“Don’t make me carry you too, you big baby.” Kyungsoo chides as he grabs Jongin’s hand. He gasps lightly when he’s pulled onto the couch as well, faced with his grinning husband. “You’re going to kill your back, Jongin.”
Jongin ignores Kyungsoo’s qualms and leans in to drop kisses around his mouth, rogue hands slipping down to not so subtly squeeze at the elder’s ass. “I didn’t get dessert at Yifan and Jongdae’s.” he mumbles suggestively.
“You get too much dessert.” Kyungsoo retorts, trying again to pull his mate up but they only end up rolling onto the floor. Jongin fits himself between Kyungsoo’s legs, gripping the elder’s thighs to bend them easily. A surge of arousal shoots up the alpha’s spine because he’s always loved how Jongin looks hovering over him.
They both meet halfway for a hard kiss but Jongin takes control, slipping his tongue into Kyungsoo’s mouth to map out a familiar path. Jongin’s hard body presses Kyungsoo into the wooden floor, soft but desperate lips sliding against his.
Kyungsoo rolls his hips upward, pressing his cock against Jongin’s thigh as he sucks in a deep breath. “Fuck me.” He demands against the other’s lips and in that split second Jongin's eyes flash a brilliant blue before fading back to brown.
The first time Kyungsoo had asked Jongin to fuck him, it had been a spur of the moment thing but Kyungsoo can never bring himself to regret it. Sometimes he gets the urge to just fuck himself on Jongin’s cock, and his mate is normally more than happy to fill that need.
As much as they want to, they can't just fuck on the floor of their living room and run the risk of scarring Chanyeol for life. They manage to make it to their bedroom without knocking anything down, shedding clothing along the way so they're both left in their underwear.
Jongin hooks his fingers into Kyungsoo's briefs, dragging them down as he sucks gently on the pale skin of his stomach. The elder's half hard cock falls out which Jongin eagerly grips, dragging his fingers along the heated flesh.
He gasps slightly when Jongin flips him onto his stomach, letting himself be manhandled onto all fours with his chest resting against the sheets. Kyungsoo folds his arms in front of him as he arches his back, shivering as large hands drag up his thick thighs to his ass, squeezing the supple flesh.
It takes Kyungsoo by surprise when he feels Jongin actually sink his teeth onto one cheek, soothing the spot with his tongue right after. A warm chest presses into Kyungsoo's back and the alpha has to bite back a moan when he feels a hard ridge rubbing against the seam of his ass. Jongin may not have knot but he’s thick and Kyungsoo would be lying if he said he wasn’t gagging for his mate’s cock every now and again.
Jongin prepares him hurriedly and borderline sloppily in his eagerness, lube dripping messily onto their sheets. His fingers drag meaningfully against Kyungsoo’s walls, pressing onto his sweet spot with a crook of a digit.
“Are you ready?” Jongin asks next to Kyungsoo’s ear and when the elder turns his head he can see the genuine concern in his mate’s eyes. It makes his chest swell with emotion and Kyungsoo leans forward to kiss the other. The angle is awkward and hurts his neck a little but neither of them care.
The first push-in is always the worst, but Kyungsoo takes the dull pain in strides. Jongin pushes in slowly, giving his mate time to adjust to his girth until he’s completely sheathed. Only a few minutes past before Kyungsoo is backing up onto Jongin’s cock, relishing in the fact that he feels so full.
Jongin is still moving too slow though, probably concerned that Kyungsoo will get hurt and he’s not having any of that tonight.
“Come on.” Kyungsoo urges, clenching tightly around Jongin’s cock and satisfied by the hitch of breath. “Fuck me like you mean it, you know I can take it.” He rolls his hips in a sharp circle, biting down a moan when a fresh rush of pheromones fill his nose.
Kyungsoo is ready to curse again when Jongin finally, finally snaps his hips forward, nearly sending Kyungsoo’s head flying into the headboard. Jongin’s thrusts are fluid, almost graceful as he drags his cock repeatedly against Kyungsoo’s walls. In an attempt to contain his stifled moans, Kyungsoo buries his face into a nearby pillow but finds that it only makes things worse because it reeks of Jongin.
Sweat drips down Kyungsoo’s thighs as his knees slip further apart, nearly ripping a hole into the pillow as Jongin sits up to fuck Kyungsoo harder. His cock hangs hard and heavy between his legs, a dribble of pre-cum sliding from the head onto their sheets. Kyungsoo reaches down to stroke his own cock because his knot has started to form and he needs some sort of friction against it or he’ll go crazy.
Barely a second later Jongin is slapping his hand away and replacing it with his own, squeezing the head of Kyungsoo’s cock with purpose, the sounds of their thighs slapping together echoing lewdly in their room.
“You’re so good for me, ‘Soo.” Jongin compliments as he leans forward again, grinding his hips in sharp circles. “All for me.” Jongin drags his hand over Kyungsoo’s cock again, stroking over his knot in quick motions as he breathes into his mate’s ear. “Mine.”
There’s a snide remark about how possessive Jongin is on the tip of Kyungsoo’s tongue but it’s lost when Jongin takes his other hand, grips Kyungsoo’s knot and twists.
Choked noises of pleasure get stuck in Kyungsoo’s throat as he comes, shooting white onto their sheets in large spurts. It’s the kind of orgasm that makes Kyungsoo feels like he’s floating, almost weightless as he comes crashing down from his high. Jongin gets three more thrusts in before he’s coming, warm and deep into Kyungsoo’s pliant body.
They both breathe in hot air as they try to catch their breath but that doesn’t stop Jongin from twisting Kyungsoo’s head to the side for a sloppy kiss. His dark fringe falls over his crinkled eyes and Kyungsoo is still baffled as to how he can switch personalities so easily.
They roll over to the other side of the bed to avoid the immense puddle of cum in the middle of the sheets. Jongin pulls out after a few moments, leaning down to drop a kiss on his mate’s nose that has the elder flushing.
“Hyung, you have to clean us up.” Jongin whines and Kyungsoo vaguely thinks that he and Chanyeol sound scarily alike.
“I can’t walk, so either you do it or we’re going to be gross in the morning.” Kyungsoo replies and by the way Jongin noses his way into the crook of the elder’s neck, he has an answer.
They probably really should clean up because they both have work in the morning and Chanyeol has an early morning at daycare. It’s highly likely Jongin will take too long in the shower and only have enough time to steal one of Chanyeol’s pancakes before whining for a kiss. Kyungsoo will probably yell three times before any of them are out of the house, but he could never bring himself to change anything.
Because this, this is enough.