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taking this with permission and running with it; drabble; #sope ; Alpha Yoongi ; Omega Hoseok ; exhibitionism

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They're practicing with only the staff today, working out the camera angles, the lighting, the cues in their in-ears. It's going well so far, but as the day rolls past noon, the sun's at it's highest and it's gotten ridiculously hot.

Hoseok is sweating in his white tank top- arm holes large enough that he knows people can physically see his sweat roll down his shaven armpits, down the little pinch of side boob he has showing, then rolling down the hinted expanse of smooth skin that leads to his waist.

He's sweating all over his body, so much so that he's started to feel lightheaded. He leans over as he stands, putting his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breathe. He realizes distantly that he just interrupted the choreo he was mindlessly doing.

It's for their song- HUH?!- with his suga hyung. Hoseok pants, listening as the staff members talk over the microphone, directing the music to be cut, to start resetting, and for someone to get Hoseok a towel and a water bottle.

He distantly hears Yoongi call his name, but he can't focus as someone's having a hard time turning the music in his in-ear. He slips it out, and feels his knees buckle- he drops to one, hand catching the rest of his body weight flat on the stage.

He looks up, and realizes his vision is a little tunneled- but he still sees his hyung rushing to his side from the left. And from the right, he sees the staff member who usually rubs his stomach just below his sternum with a cold pack and some water in hands.

Hoseok blinks, what feels for like a second, and when he opens his eyes, what he sees shocks him out of his stupor- he's able to focus on Yoongi, roaring at their staff member for getting too close to Hoseok. His teeth are barred, little bottom fangs looking threatening.

Hoseok drops to kneeling, slowly lowering to the ground- he rests his head on his arm, watching Yoongi's chest rise and fall quickly, looking all around at any one who tries to approach- even Jungkook, who's come up from the audience to calm Yoongi down.

But that just makes it worse- Hoseok takes a deep breath, trying to get enough air to make himself feel better- That's when he /tastes/ it. Tastes Yoongi, his Alpha scent, aggressive, wild, territorial- and aroused.

Hoseok hears someone whimper, a loud little call that tries to soothe, and realizes as Yoongi's head whips over to face him, that he called for his Alpha. Yoongi glances back to Jungkook, whose now being pulled away from Yoongi by Seokjin, and deems him no longer a threat.

"Yoongi," Hoseok calls, trying to make it sound like his name even though it's barely two syllables, and more of a moan with the lack of any diction in his speech. He feels Yoongi's scorching hands on him, on his cheek, on his lower back, helping him sit upright.

Hoseok leans into Yoongi's sturdy chest, feeling just how sweaty he is through his damp all-white shirt and jacket. His nose automatically finds Yoongi's scent gland, kitten licking it on instinct and biting it briefly.

Hoseok feels Yoongi's arms tighten around him, feels how frantic his nose is, starting from the top of his head to the side of his face where his jaw starts- scenting him possessively.

"'m okay," Hoseok reassures, steadying his mind, only to open his eyes and see Yoongi's cock, half-hard and leaking against his white basketball shorts. He's tenting obviously, cock straining against the hem there as it twitches, filling up with every passing second.

What on earth is happening to them? Hoseok looks up, placing his hands on Yoongi's shoulders and pushing up- successfully standing up only to be cradled by Yoongi's arms, holding him loosely and effectively caging him away from anyone else that might be nearby.

"I'm okay," Hoseok says more convincingly, looking around the find the director's eyes, nodding, "Let's run it again. I can rest after this take."

Hoseok doesn't dare look over to Yoongi, doesn't risk it- he can feel his little peach fuzz on his nape standing up in warning.

Soulmate or not- hell, courting mate- Seeing Hoseok collapse to the ground must have sent Yoongi's Alpha to the very edge. "It's just the medication switch," Hoseok states, not loud enough to be heard by anyone in particular, no one but Yoongi.

Hoseok focuses on his breathing- everyone knows he breathes the heaviest after 5 minute long songs with full choreo- so this rap song with half the dancing shouldn't be so taxing on him- but it is. Again, halfway through the song, he starts to feel that same creeping feeling.

His gut drops and his stomach tightens- Hoseok bites his bottom lip as he mostly stands still, just rotating his hips and rolling his body as his mate raps his part. He's growling into the microphone, sending shivers down Hoseok's spine, and as he states the last bit, he turns.

They lock eyes as everything happens all at once- Hoseok whimpers a half-effort noise, the second half of it swallowed by Hoseok's tongue trying to reign in whatever feeling has come over him.

Yoongi stalks towards him, wrapping himself around Hoseok's body as Hoseok brings his mic up to his lips. He starts, voice steady as he raps, hips rolling in a slow sensual motion- helped by Yoongi's hot hands pressing firmly on his hips.

He's caged once more, gulping breaths full of Yoongi's aroused Alpha scent in between verses, finally feeling the front of Yoongi's hips press into his backside- and his hard cock press right between his cheeks.

Hoseok's eyes flutter, barely able to get out the last bit of what he's singing, before the hand holding his mic lowers weightily, and his head lulls backwards, resting on Yoongi's broad shoulder. He hears Yoongi growl appreciatively, nosing his jawline.

One of his hands slides up from the side of his hip to his low stomach, just where his tummy ends and his public space begins- it feels perfect, warm and low, massaging everything inside there that it brings a little relief- until he presses down in increasing increments.

What happens next shocks Hoseok awake faster than a cold shower- his stomach clenches, and relaxes, and his tiny little red shorts he's sporting are wet. His inner thighs, his ass cheeks- soaked. He's leaking slick, can feel it run down the inside of his legs, his knees.

The hands on him tighten viciously, fingernails digging into his soft, sensitive skin, even over his clothes- it hurts, but it feels so, so right, even as one of them lowers to his waistband and rips them down- they get stuck halfway on his thighs as they catch more slick.

Hoseok's been exposed- in front of all of the staff members, while their song is still playing, while his in-ear is still working, he can hear his ragged breaths and quiet moans when Yoongi cups the inner side of his thigh to spread his legs.

Hoseok moves without a thought, too busy trying to right his head and hold himself up as Yoongi maneuvers his thick cock to kiss his leaking hole- Hoseok feels his face heat up ten times his body temperature the moment he feels his rim open only for a thick glob of slick to drop.

He's not sure if it hit the floor or if it's another mess caught by his shorts or if it's that wet feeling trickling down the back of his knee- all he can focus on next is the hot press of Yoongi's cockhead against his hole.

Hoseok expects a little bit of resistance, a little bit of bite, but Yoongi bullies his way into his hole smoothly, cock never catching on any dry skin- there's that much slick that it's begging to be licked, sucked, drank, and spilled.

Hoseok's voice is caught in his throat until Yoongi pulls out and slams back in all at once- Hoseok's hands try to find Yoongi's, one grasping desperately onto Yoongi's wrist at his hip, the other, still empty-mindedly clasping his microphone that he brings up to his lips.

"Lick it," Yoongi growls in his ear, biting the poor unpierced lobe, pushing Hoseok with urgency to follow his command. He opens his warm tinted lips to lick a flat stripe up his microphone, wet noise echoed in both their ears- and over the entire stadium.

That- noise, Hoseok doesn't know how to describe the feeling in his mind, splitting apart on Yoongi's cock- he's got a shred of thought left in him, shaking him from the inside to put the microphone down, to cover himself back up with his shorts or to pull his shirt down-

Something, anything, as his eyes glaze over with lust, staring out in a full-view pan, starting from the right. He sees the stage director once again, yelling at staff members in front of him, with his walkie-talkie abandoned in his hand. He's pointing so aggressively at them.

Slap, he hears and feels his wet asscheeks meet Yoongi's hips again as his mate fucks into him at a slow pace, matching the exact beat of their song, still playing overhead. His eyes slide over to the staff, the ones carrying the cameras, standing stock-still behind them.

They're being filmed. They were being filmed for the DVD for this tour. they're still being filmed, as his mate stretches his hole, loose everytime he thrusts in, but somehow squeezing tight enough when Yoongi pulls out that Hoseok can hear his mate hiss into his skin.

He can feel his teeth bare against his neck as Yoongi presses his face brusingly close to Hoseok, until he licks the side of Hoseok's face, his sweaty, damp face. Hoseok's vision goes fuzzy as his eyes roll, and he catches a glimpse of the blue sky above them, the clouds.

Without any prompting, Hoseok licks the microphone again, mimicking his lover, his Alpha, and swirling his tongue around the part of the microphone that turns from honeycomb metal to the thin bar just beneath it, just like the bottom flare of Yoongi's cock head.

Hoseok's tongue plays with it, plays with the texture, digging the tip of his tongue along it, encouraged by Yoongi's moans growing louder in his ear. His Alpha's watching him blow his red sparkling microphone and getting off on it.

Hoseok feels his hole clench and spasm around Yoongi's cock, gushing slick as a surprise orgasm wracks through his body. It's the hot press of every point their bodies are connected- it's Yoongi's teeth pressing into his sensitive skin behind his ear, it's his voice.

Low and guttural, like he's never heard it before. It's his cock, thick, wide, stretching Hoseok more than the times they've fucked before, he swears it. He can feel it so deep inside of him, and with Yoongi pressing so roughly on his lower stomach, he can feel it inside.

/Inside/, like- pressing right up against Yoongi's hand, just on the other side. "F-fuck, fuck, Alpha," Hoseok gasps into the microphone, lips all but pressed against it, his voice nothing more than a weak and broken gasp of pleasure as he falls to the stage floor.

It's a slow, controlled fall, luckily, Yoongi's arms wrap around him quickly, and with a broken sob that echoes across the empty stadium, Hoseok's eyes squeeze shut as he hears the digustingly wet plop and the horrifying emptying feeling of Yoongi's cock slipping out of him.

He cries out again as it really sinks in that his Alpha didn't knot him, that he pulled out, and the shockingly scary feeling of his hole gaping, clenching but never totally closing, just releasing drop after drop of slick every time it winks.

Hoseok feels his hands shaking, knees on the stage floor, Yoongi keeping him upright for just a moment by his shoulders, until his touch is gone completely, and Hoseok falls forward onto his forearms. He hasn't let go of his microphone, instead, grabs onto it with his other hand.

It's grounding him, the last little bit of sanity he has whispering in the back of his mind like a little itch of morality, as his body naturally falls forward, knees slipping across the stage as they fall apart and back, letting Hoseok's chest touch the floor.

Hoseok's chin rests near his wrist, his cheek pressed up against his knuckles, white in a stark contrast to his sun-kissed, feverish skin. The microphone is perfectly lined up to where everyone hears his desperate cries to be filled again, that stop abruptly when Hoseok realizes.

He tries to catch his breath, tries to swallow the copious amount of drool in his mouth, little puffs of noise of him swallowing and gasping, "n-tah, hah," ringing in his head.

By some miracle, he manages to look to where the cameras are, making direct eye contact with them, then sliding down the camera stand to where Hoseok can see the erections of the camera crew. They're getting off on Hoseok being fucked by his mate on stage.

It's a dizzing thought, making a hot flash crawl up his neck to the point that he whines pathetically. His eye side slips to the left, where the rest of his packmates all stand- sit, some of them. Jungkook is standing, hands in fists, being held by Seokjin and Namjoon.

Jimin is sitting on Taehyung's lap, and Taehyung's hand is disappearing into Jimin's gray sweats- secretive or not, or maybe just his own Alpha instincts to shield away his mate from prying eyes, Hoseok can still see him jerking Jimin off, even from the front-row distance.

He feels the presence of his mate behind him, kneeling down next to him- feels his hot hand press firmly on his back. Hoseok finds himself arching it more, raising his ass up higher to the point of strain- the first time he's felt any discomfort and protest from his body.

He feels Yoongi lean close to his ear from his side, cooing a deep sweet noise, "It's okay, Hobah, Alpha's here." he says, nose running up and down the side of his head. Hoseok responds immediately, a little whimper, that Yoongi seems to understand as he pulls away.

His hands grip the shirt that's plastered to Hoseok's back with his own sweat, with both hands, one at Hoseok's collar, and the other in the middle. All of a sudden, Hoseok is jerked, but stays in the same spot overall. A wet rip echoes in his mind as it takes him too long.

Too long to process that his Alpha just ripped his damp shirt down the middle, and is peeling it off of him, rubbing his bare skin with his scorching hands, all up and down his back, his waist, his arms.

Hoseok lets go of his microphone, leaving it there on the stage as his Alpha guides him out of his ruined shirt, pulling it from the front, and throwing it off to the side. When Hoseok lowers back onto his chest, he shivers.

The stage floor is wet. wet with his own slick, still-leaking from his gaping hole. His shivers feel like they become more frequent, enough that Hoseok feels light headed, like he might just pass out nude in a puddle of his own slick.

That is, until he feels Yoongi draping himself over him. Yoongi's knees knock on the inside of his own, and their thighs are pressed together. Hoseok moans weakly when he feels Yoongi's thick cock dangle against his inner thigh, still hard and hot.

Hoseok feels like breathing is suddenly easier, like his eyelids aren't as heavy anymore. He feels his heart beat quickly the moment that Yoongi's chest touches his back, even just the bottom of it, and when he feels one forearm on the wet stage floor next to his.

The other is feeling up his feverish skin, his leg, his hip, and trailing between Hoseok's legs, not touching Hoseok by his hand, no, just his forearm, as he repositions his cock, and starts feeding it to Hoseok's loose hole.

"Oh, ohh," Hoseok moans in relief, the ever-filling feeling of Yoongi's cock reentering him is something that lights his skin afire as much as it cools the ache deep inside. Each time he thinks Yoongi is totally inside of him, Yoongi shifts, pulling them closer.

Pushing his cock deeper, until finally, Yoongi is laying overtop of his back, face pressed into the wavy hair that's pressed damp on Hoseok's nape. Hoseok can feel his hole clenching around Yoongi, and instead of the pattern from before, his hole doesn't seem to relax at all.

Instead, from this position, when Yoongi lifts his hips away from Hoseok's ass, his cock drags against his walls. Hoseok moans, letting his eyes fall closed, then snapped open as Yoongi pumps his cock back in, against his squeezing rim.

He still manages to force his cock back inside, but it has Yoongi growling into his skin- Hoseok's hole is done playing around. It wants its knot, and it wants it now.

"Hoseok-ah, relax," Yoongi commands, growling into his ear as he tries to pump his cock in and out again to no avail. Yoongi growls louder, and the sound goes straight to Hoseok's weeping, neglected cock, dangling between his legs uselessly.

"I want you wetter, looser," Yoongi meanly spits, biting his outer ear rough enough that Hoseok thinks he might scar him- though it just makes his hole flutter for a moment and his cock burn with the ache of release.

"I want you fucking sloppy, Hoseok. Stop clenching. And. Relax." Yoongi bites Hoseok, right over his nape. He scruffs what little soft skin gives and pinches it between his teeth. Hoseok's hips fall to the stage floor- it's cold, Hoseok knows it's dirty- he squirms.

Yoongi grows more aggressive, freeing Hoseok's nape from his teeth only to splay his hot hand at his nape, his palm pressing with enough force to tell Hoseok to stay put but not hurt him. Hoseok feels his eyes sting, biting his bottom lip as he tries not to wriggle his hips.

But it's so hard. It's so hard because he doesn't want to touch the dirty stage floor with his bare skin, but his cooled slick pooled beneath him actually feels so refreshing, so good, the drag on his cock against the textured floor and his cold slick has he whining.

Hoseok tosses his head to the side, his cheek against the floor as he whimpers, trying to keep his moans quiet. His face is scrunching in pleasure and frustration, and he finally feels the first tears spring from his eyes.

Some roll across his beautifully arched nose bridge to his other eye- he closes it, then closes both as he finds himself lost in the pleasure of finally, some sensation on his cock. He's painfully aware of the noises he's making, he sounds like he's crying, fighting, struggling.

Yoongi wraps an arm around his hips and his chest, pulling Hoseok up on his knees and fucking roughly into him, sinking his cock from head to base in one go, but not stopping the moment Hoseok's hole engulfs him, no. He doesn't stop, instead, speeding up.

Hoseok can feel the tell-tale squishing of Yoongi's knot up against his hole, squeezing between his little asscheeks as Yoongi pushes himself further and further inside, opening his hole up for his knot.

Hoseok doesn't have his eyes open anymore. He's crying openly, whimpering in lost pleasure. His hands have found Yoongi's wrists on his body and he's holding on for dear life. He's distantly realized at some point his in-ear fell out.

All he hears is the wet sloppy fucking of Yoongi's cock in his hole that's slowly opening up with every rough grind of his knot that Yoongi adds to each pump. He feels the slick globs dripping- no, squeezing out of his hole each time Yoongi sinks in.

He feels it drop down his leg, onto his calves, or feels it splatter between his ass and Yoongi's hips, his thighs. He can feel each time Yoongi pulls away the sticky dampness of his slick all over their bodies, like the dirtiest kiss you'd ever feel, drunk.

Fuck, Hoseok just wants to cum again. He just wants Yoongi's cum, too. He wants to feel it inside of him, he wants to feel it threaten to be pushed out, to leak when Yoongi pulls his cock out, to mix with his own slick and make him feel full.

"Mhhmhm," Hoseok whimpers, tossing his head slowly to either side to figure out where his lover is. Yoongi presses his nose to Hoseok's cheek, breathing in his sweat, licking his jawline, "I'm here, Alpha's here," he repeats, voice low and soothing.

Hoseok feels his hole spasm around Yoongi's cock, but he's not cumming, he feels like he's going to break apart if he can't cum, not without his Alpha. Hoseok focuses, tries again to get the message across, feels his fingernails digging into Yoongi's pale skin, his wrists.

His forearms. Hoseok groans, before crying out, knocking his head against Yoongi's, turning into him as much as he can without rotating his hips. He feels Yoongi's lips on his own, kissing his cupid's bow, and finally, Hoseok is able to gasp out a desperate, "please"

Yoongi's arm moves from his waist to across his chest, holding onto Hoseok's shoulder as he fucks up into Hoseok and pulls him down, and with the pressure on his hip and his shoulder, Hoseok's breathing becomes erratic, feeling his hole open up just enough for Yoongi's knot.

It pops in with an audible wet squelch, slick spraying on their skin- the moment it's in Hoseok feels his hole squeeze and relax over and over, until finally Yoongi helps pull Hoseok as close as possible, and his knot settles against his prostate.

Hoseok whimpers weakly, pressing his forehead against Yoongi's head, "I know, Omega," Yoongi calls sweetly, his gender title growled out between his teeth, like he's doing everything he can to make this just as pleasurable for Hoseok as it is for him.

The hand at his hip finds Hoseok's neglected cock and squeezes it, covers his head with his wet palm, and pumps it, two, three times, until Hoseok is spilling, shooting cum across the stage floor underneath him, and dribbling over Yoongi's knuckles.

Hoseok's entire body relaxes all at once- His head lulls back and his eyes roll, letting the waves of pleasure shock through him with absolutely no control. He feels himself jerk in Yoongi's arms until he melts, stuck on Yoongi's knot and in his embrace.

Like the band holding him so tense and frustrated is gone, like all those weird feelings from earlier have been cured. He's panting, just like he would after any 5 minute long stage, naked chest bouncing against Yoongi's arm.

He leans back against Yoongi, encouraged by Yoongi's arms wrapping around him and leaning ever so slightly back. Hoseok feels all the pain and suffering leave his body, completely at peace despite being slick and stage-dirt covered.

A dull ache spreads at his hole as it relaxes around Yoongi's knot- it doesn't move regardless of it going lax around it. It's too large to pop out now without seriously hurting the both of them, and neither of them want that. Not when Hoseok feels so sated and complete.

"Hobah," Yoongi calls to him, voice sounding weak like he's been practicing for his solo tour for 3 months straight, "Are you okay, love?"
Hoseok smiles weakly, nodding against Yoongi's head, "Yeah. I'm okay, hyungah."

Finally, Hoseok realizes in the next few moments the the music stopped a long while ago, and though the cameras kept rolling, the staff were busy, approaching slowly until Yoongi gives them permission. They drop off loads of towels and blankets for them to move around.

Enough to cover the floor next to the pool of slick. Yoongi gently moves them over onto it, laying them down on their sides, letting Hoseok rest as his knot deflates, and Hoseok lets out his last moan, pressing Yoongi's hand flat against his stomach, saying something about-

Being able to feel all of his cum. Yoongi knows he's red in the face, but as he slowly pulls his deflating knot out, he notices the little bite mark on Hoseok's nape. He doesn't mention it quite yet. Instead, Yoongi carries Hoseok to a portable shower that finally arrived.

And it's in there that Yoongi kisses Hoseok sweetly, leaning up to reach his lips, and to whisper against his skin, "I don't think I can go without spending our heats and ruts together."

THE END!!! I hope you all enjoyed this lovely smut, special thanks to @DandelionKing96 , and to Yoongi for having his cock out in those basketball shorts at the last concert 🙏🤲🥰 I hope you all felt 🥵 while reading 💞💞💞💞💘💘💘

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