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Going with an alpha obstetrician for Jungkook’s pregnancy had been an easy decision.
In some ways, Jungkook and Taehyung were an oddly traditional couple – mated out of highschool, married and bonded soon after, pregnant with their first pup by the time they were twenty-two and twenty-three respectively. On paper, they looked like the model couple. But the truth of it was that they were both omegas, and the only reason Jungkook was pregnant at all was due to an alpha friend being willing to donate for them.
They’d moved to Seoul after mating; Jungkook’s family didn’t care that Taehyung was another omega, but Tae’s family were traditionalists and had practically written him off the second he’d gone to the courthouse and sunk his little omega fangs into Jungkook’s neck.
Neither of them had a regular doctor in the city, and when they’d made their first appointment at the fertility clinic – Jimin bouncing his leg in the chair next to the two of them and far too eager to jerk off into a cup – Doctor Kim had introduced himself to them with a charming smile and a handshake.
“I’m Doctor Kim Namjoon,” he’d said, slipping his fingers around Jungkook’s palm and bringing his other hand around on top of it. He’d exuded alpha pheromones and his grip was firm and warm. Any apprehension Jungkook had had had been wiped away with that scent and him thinking alpha gyno, yeah, okay, easy.
Doctor Kim had been nothing but kind and helpful to Jungkook and Taehyung throughout the entire pregnancy, answering their questions with ease and never making either of them feel inferior for their relative naivete.
“Which one of you is going to be the mother?” he’d asked, eyes flicking between the two of them, and when Jungkook had sheepishly raised his hand, Doctor Kim had simply responded with a we’re so glad you chose Big Hit Fertility, and hope your time here is pleasant for you, your mate, and your baby.
He hadn’t arched a judgemental eyebrow at Jungkook – who’s covered in tattoos with metal through his eyebrow and lip, who’s dressed far more casually than his mate – being the one to get himself knocked up. He hadn’t even questioned that they’d brought along an alpha friend to do the deed instead of looking through the database at the bank.
Jungkook would be lying to himself if he said that Doctor Kim was an unattractive alpha. He had nice lips that Jungkook found himself unconsciously staring at everytime the man spoke, deep brown eyes and the mesmerizingly spicy scent of cinnamon and brown sugar in the crisp autumn air. Tae thought he was hot too – the two of them had, on more than one occasion, giggled to themselves after returning home from the clinic after joking about what a blowjob would feel like with Doctor Kim’s DSLs.
“You could always call me Doctor Kim in bed, you know,” Taehyung had joked. “I mean, it is my last name too, Kookie.”
It hadn’t taken Jungkook very long to back Tae into the bedroom with his mouth on his neck after that comment.
Jungkook finds himself thinking about that now as Doctor Kim walks through the door, looking as deliciously fuckable as always in his little white doctor’s coat and shirt and tie. His stethoscope is slung around his neck effortlessly, his clinic badge beating against his sternum as he steps toward the bed where Jungkook sits in nothing but his flimsy paper gown.
“Twenty weeks, Mr. Jeon-Kim,” Doctor Kim says with a grin and an appreciative look up and down Jungkook’s body, eyes stopping obviously over his bump. Jungkook hugs himself subconsciously. Since he’d begun showing a month ago he’d found himself equal parts enamored with his pup and insecure about his ever-changing body. It’s not bad, it’s just different. “No mate this time?”
“No,” Jungkook shakes his head. “Tae had to work, but honestly, it’s okay. I had some uh – some pregnancy questions I wanted to ask you anyway.”
“Oh?” Doctor Kim asks, flitting over to the desk and bending over to type in his credentials while using his other hand to flip through Jungkook’s chart absentmindedly. Jungkook can feel his cheeks redden with Doctor Kim’s casual air, and he opens his mouth to elaborate before his brain can catch up.
“Yeah – I mean, yeah, you know, Taehyung wants to be like, a working omega. Which is great! I respect it. But he doesn’t really want to be a stay-at-home mom like I do. He wants to help take care of the pups, of course! But I just really wanted to be the one to carry. So he doesn’t really know much about pregnancy and…I don’t think he cares to hear about the uh…more like, intense details, either.”
Doctor Kim nods. “I understand, Mr. Jeon-Kim, there’s no need to elaborate to me. No need to feel ashamed of your lack of knowledge, either. I’ve worked with plenty of first time mothers who need questions answered. There is no judgment here.”
Jungkook hugs himself, but this time it’s less out of self-consciousness and more just casual comfort, feeling a bit better with the alpha’s soothing words. It's true – this is a man whose job is to help omegas like him, this is a man who studied the subject and came out successful. Emboldened, Jungkook presses on.
“Okay, um…I guess I’m just wondering about my body in general, to start out with? Like is it all…developing alright?” He stutters through a breathy laugh nervously. “I didn’t really pay attention to health class in school and I’m starting to regret it now.”
Doctor Kim answers with a chuckle of his own, closing the chart and swiveling his stool around to sit right beside the bed. This close, Jungkook can easily catch a whiff of his scent rolling off of him in waves and it almost makes him physically recoil with the strength of it. Logically, he knows that any unmated alpha will steadily release bursts of pheromones on instinct and that this isn’t something unique to his doctor. It’s an instinct, one to entice unmated omegas and betas alike to them, to make them feel protected and safe.
Jungkook, mated, shouldn’t be having such a strong reaction like this. But as Doctor Kim leans closer, Jungkook finds himself throwing an arm over his nose and feeling terribly exposed with his lack of clothing or nest or…mate.
“Sorry –” he chokes out. “Sorry, it’s just. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this. I’m mated, you know I’m mated, sorry. Your scent, though –”
“It’s alright,” Doctor Kim says, voice soothing and calm. He doesn’t sound worked up at all, and Jungkook slightly relaxes. “The bond that you and Taehyung share is different from that of an alpha-omega bond or even an alpha-beta bond.”
Jungkook nods softly. “Oh.”
“Oh, it’s nothing bad!” Doctor Kim continues. “It’s just that the body hasn’t quite registered you as… off-the-market, shall we say. I do apologize for my scent. I’ll try to rein it in.”
“No!” Jungkook hastens to interrupt, scooting forward on the bed and making the gown crinkle uncomfortably against his skin. “Sorry, no. I didn’t mean to make you have to…” He flushes. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Doctor Kim says again. “I’m just not so used to working with…well, not unmated omegas, but omegas in an omega-omega pair. Now, I believe you were asking if your body is looking alright for twenty weeks. From where I’m sitting it looks just fine, Mr. Jeon-Kim, but why don’t we do the ultrasound and you can ask me the rest of your questions after that.”
Jungkook nods, arms wrapped back around himself. “Okay.”
Doctor Kim gives him a warm smile, but this time when Jungkook catches his scent, he feels relaxed and placated more than he feels startled, and he lays back easily to the sound of Doctor Kim stretching out a pair of latex gloves and snapping them on. Resolutely, he thinks of Taehyung at home and does not think about the size of Doctor Kim’s hands.
“Now, the ultrasound tech is out sick today, so I’ll be performing it, but don’t worry, I’ve plenty of practice with this.”
“I trust you,” Jungkook finds himself saying. “I mean, you’re a doctor, right?”
“Exactly,” Doctor Kim says. “This is a normal medical procedure,” he continues, and Jungkook is all-too-reminded of that fact when the startling feeling of the cold gel hits his stomach.
“Oof,” he lets out under his breath.
“Cold?” Doctor Kim asks, turning to wheel the cart closer to the bed. “I find that no matter how many ultrasounds an omega undergoes, they never seem to get used to it.”
Jungkook nods. There’s something in Doctor Kim’s tone, in the way he’s laid out his sentence that makes Jungkook uncomfortable as if – as if omegas are…lesser, somehow. Other. But then, that’s probably just his nerves speaking for him. After all, Doctor Kim has never shown himself to be an omegaphobe in the past and there would certainly be no reason for him to choose this profession if he felt as such.
“It’s…not like anything I’ve ever felt anywhere else, that’s for sure,” laughs Jungkook uncomfortably. The wand is pressing over his stomach now, slowly moving from left to right as an image forms on the screen to Jungkook’s right. His neck crooks when he turns to look at it.
“Really?” asks Doctor Kim. “You and Taehyung have never done anything like this at home?”
“What do you mean?” asks Jungkook, but his mind is elsewhere. Doctor Kim’s pheromones are dangerously close now, feeling like a fire that has slowly spread down the hallway and under the crack in the door until Jungkook has to close his eyes to stop himself from feeling like he’s falling.
“Nothing,” Doctor Kim says. “I’m sorry, that was terribly uncouth of me. Jungkook, your baby looks to be perfectly healthy. Were you and Taehyung wanting to know the gender?”
Jungkook shakes his head, eyes still fixated on the blurry image of the baby on the screen. It still takes his breath away, makes him feel warm and overwhelmed inside just as it had the first time, but he can’t shake the feeling of guilt that lingers within him. He really should have waited for a day that Taehyung could come along.
“Mr. Jeon-Kim?”
“Oh,” he shakes himself out of his reverie. “I’m sorry. No, we want to be surprised, um, since he couldn’t be here with me…” The sentence stirs something within him, but it’s hard to remember where his train of thought is going with the feeling of Doctor Kim’s sure and steady hands pressing ino the panes of his round stomach. “Oh, um, that’s right. I wanted to ask you some questions…”
“Right,” Doctor Kim says, continuing to move the wand, pausing every few moments to turn to the table and click a button. Jungkook has no idea what all the pictures are for, but forces himself not to ask. He’s already going to make enough of a fool of himself as is.
“Well I guess I was wondering if…when will I lactate?” His breasts have already grown a bit, growing even more tender than they do during pre-heat. Outside of heats and pregnancy, male omega breasts are just as flat as a beta or alpha male’s, but now they’ve grown to the point of looking like an alpha female’s. Recently, Jungkook has had to buy maternity bras to stop his nipples from uncomfortably chafing against his shirts. It’s weird, but Taehyung seems to like them. He’s caught Jimin leering on more than one occasion, too. Taehyung doesn’t mind that he does, citing the fact that Jimin is the father and it’s a bit instinctual, but Jungkook isn’t sure if he would appreciate the way that Doctor Kim is looking at him now. “Sorry.”
“You need to stop with those sorries, Mr. Jeon-Kim,” Doctor Kim shakes his head. “This is all a natural part of pregnancy. May I see your chest?”
Nodding his head, Jungkook lifts the gown higher as Doctor Kim wipes his belly down, fingers trailing along the stretch marks there. They’re dark and to Jungkook, they’re a little unsightly, even though Taehyung insists that they’re normal. Jungkook knows that the dark, ropey lines are normal, even remembers how their friend Hyunjin had had them all over his stomach and breasts and even his inner thighs, and he’d had no problem flaunting them in a tiny little bathing suit during his summer pregnancy. Seungmin, his mate, had certainly been appreciative.
It’s just that…Jungkook feels like he knows so little about his body, and now it looks so different. He doesn’t even know if it’ll go back to normal and – shit, there’s another question to tack onto his list.
His mouth opens to ask it when he feels the cool touch of the latex to his breast. It prods at him like he’s some kind of animal, but he takes a deep breath and reminds himself that Doctor Kim is just doing his job.
“Well, they certainly feel nice and supple,” Doctor Kims murmurs, voice low and reverent. It sounds strange coming from him, sounds like Tae’s bedroom voice or something, but Jungkook must be hearing things. The way his fingers poke and prod at his nipples is nothing but clinical, of course. “Your nipples are a healthy color, and there’s no doubt in my mind your breasts are sufficiently preparing for milk. You’re likely to lactate at around seven or eight months, although it wouldn’t be abnormal for the milk to not come in until you give birth.”
“Oh.” Jungkook breathes out a sigh of relief. “Because I’m already growing I thought that…”
“Yes?”
“I just thought I was already supposed to be leaking,” he admits in a rush. Doctor Kim doesn’t chastise, though, just raises his eyebrows.
“Would you like me to try and stimulate that? Sometimes, with enough pressure and the right touch…”
“Shouldn’t my mate be here for that?”
“Not at all. This is a common medical procedure,” Doctor Kin tells him, voice so assertive in that alpha way that Jungkook isn’t used to. Jimin barely ever uses that around him and Tae, and whenever he does he immediately retracts and apologizes. Doctor Kim doesn’t do either of these things, just gives Jungkook a reassuring smile. “Just relax, and let’s see if we can’t get some colostrum to come out.”
“What’s colostrum?”
Doctor Kim clicks his tongue. “Mr. Jeon-Kim, I’ll really need to send you home with some pamphlets today. I am sorry that the nurses didn’t provide you with this information. There’s so much about pregnancy to learn for first time mothers.”
Jungkook can feel his face heat up, but Doctor Kim doesn’t comment on it, instead turning back to Jungkook’s breasts and beginning to rub them softly. It’s almost enough to distract him from the fact that he and Tae were provided with the pamphlets, but he had never gotten around to reading them. He feels stupid.
“Thank you,” he gets out dumbly when he realizes it’s been a beat too long. Doctor Kim flashes him that smile again, his scent taking on a sharp tinge. It’s not unpleasant – it’s just that the cinnamon that normally smells like it’s topping a pie suddenly smells like it’s in a winter cocktail instead. Like there’s peppermint in it or something. Jungkook tries to concentrate on that instead of the way Doctor Kim’s hands touch his tits – four fingers on the top of his nipple, four fingers below, massaging gently in circles.
He moves his hands from one side of Jungkook’s right breast to the other, slowly curling his hand into a fist to use his knuckles.
“Hm.”
“What is it?” Jungkook asks, anxious. The peppermint smell grows stronger and with it, so does the thing that Jungkook has resolutely been ignoring: the warmth in his cunt. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s had his tits played with; Tae does it all the time at home. That’s the only reason he’s feeling like this, probably. And even if it isn’t – Doctor Kim is an attractive alpha, and this isn’t weird – Tae thinks he’s hot too! He just really, really wishes Tae were here.
“Nothing. I’m just not seeing any leakage. Let’s try the left one.”
“Is that bad?”
“No, no… It’s just that twenty weeks is enough time for lactation to begin.” He places a warm, reassuring hand on Jungkook’s bump, and he finds himself relaxing again. “Let’s try the left one,” he repeats. “If nothing happens, I’ll just need to check some things below the belt, as it were.”
“For what?” Jungkook asks, craning his neck up to look at the way Doctor Kim’s hands are now moving across his left breast. He feels ridiculous, but it’s making his nipples hard and it certainly isn’t helping the feeling down below. He doesn’t want Doctor Kim to see his genitals, not if he doesn’t have to – he’s certain his cock is already at half-mast, his cunt coated in slick.
“Lay your head back down,” Doctor Kim says, and Jungkook finds himself obeying before he can really think about it. “Just standard procedure. Do you have any questions about your vagina I can answer while I examine it?”
“I didn’t think…” Jungkook trails off, swallowing when he sees Doctor Kim arching an eyebrow at him. His hands have finally stopped moving, and Jungkook feels shamefully embarrassed that he hasn’t felt any milk or even any sensation that would indicate anything happening other than him just getting fucking turned on. “Um, I just wish I had known there was going to be a vaginal examination today. I would have asked Taehyung to be here.”
“There’s no need for your mate to be here,” Doctor Kim says. Soothes, really; the tone of his voice is less commanding and more comforting even though it’s still carrying those alpha overtones. He’s gentle when he says: “Now, feet in the stirrups please.”
Since Jungkook had his first heat at the age of thirteen, he’s been seeing the gynecologist for regular check-ups, and every time they involve taking off his underwear and spreading his legs. For years, his gyno had been an aging omega woman with a kindly smile and the neutral scent of a mated mother. And this time, without Taehyung to distract him, Jungkook finds that his head almost swims with the overwhelming closeness of Doctor Kim. The touch of a gloved hand finds his ankle, sending goosebumps up his leg as it gently guides him to the cool metal of the stirrups.
It feels strange for this to happen now, and Jungkook can’t help the strange guilt that almost seems to crawl up from Doctor Kim’s touch and settle itself in his chest. There’s nothing untoward happening – Doctor Kim has had his fingers inside of Jungkook before, during a pap, but without Taehyung here to watch it almost feels…scandalous.
Which is ridiculous. This is a completely normal medical procedure, and it’s probably just his hormones acting up.
“I know I’ve seen it before, Jungkook, but you really do have a uniquely nice vagina to work with,” Doctor Kim says. The use of his first name throws him off slightly, but he finds himself blushing, head swimming.
“I’m sure you say that to all of your patients,” he jokes. It’s uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t be.
“I assure you I don’t,” Doctor Kim says, a strange lilt to your voice. “Your cock is nice and small, easy to move out of the way. Only about an inch and a half while hard.”
Fuck.
“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, it’s just, you were touching my breasts and – and – I mean, pregnancy makes you horny, right? Oh god, why am I telling you this? You already know this, you’re literally a pregnancy doctor –” He’s barely taken a breath. “I’m sorry. Fuck.”
“It’s alright,” Doctor Kim sounds amused. “Did you like it when I touched your breasts like that?”
The scent permeating the room is even crisper now. From peppermint to the cold winter air, and for the first time, Jungkook feels like something is truly wrong.
“No,” he shakes his head even though Doctor Kim can’t see, hair bunching in the paper covering the bed beneath him. He wants to take his feet down from the stirrups, but Doctor Kim sits right between them, one hand on Jungkook’s thigh to keep it pressed open.
“I think you did,” says Doctor Kim, very quietly. “You’re wet and hard. And I’d say it’s not the first time I’ve seen that happen to an omega – it isn’t, sometimes people can’t help these things – but none of those omegas have smelled quite like you do right now. You can’t smell your own scent. I can. Jungkook, I think you want this.”
“I don’t,” Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t. He has Taehyung at home, who is going to be furious when he smells an alpha all over his cunt, maybe. Maybe Jungkook can just explain it away as clinical penetration. Maybe it is. Maybe Doctor Kim is saying things that far broach a doctor-patient relationship, but he isn’t going to actually do anything.
“I’m sure your mate has told you how your vagina has changed during pregnancy,” Doctor Kim continues conversationally, like Jungkook hasn’t spoken. His head feels fuzzy from the smells cloying the room, and it’s then that Jungkook realizes what the sharp tinge to Doctor Kim’s scent is, the bullet slicing through the air that’s been steadily creeping closer.
Doctor Kim is aroused.
“N-not really,” Jungkook gets out. “Please, can we do this examination next time? I’ll make a follow-up appointment right away, I just – I just want Taehyung to be here. Please don’t – please don’t touch me anymore.”
A doctor has to respect their patient’s wishes, right? Jungkook’s not even lying or making excuses, he’ll forget all of this happened and is more than happy to come back and start fresh as long as Tae is around.
“I’ve told you,” Doctor Kim says quietly. A gloved finger starts to press at his entrance. “That your mate does not need to be here for this procedure. Now, from where I’m sitting, you’re a first time mother with a baby at twenty weeks. I’m a gynecologist. I’d like to see you through to the end of your pregnancy. But that might not happen. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Jungkook gulps, a cold feeling settling in his gut that has nothing to do with the gel that had been wiped over it early. He presses a hand over his stomach, grateful that the baby is still for now. Then it would feel like they were watching and –
He feels like he’s going to be sick.
“Yes,” he says quietly. Even if he doesn’t know what could go wrong, he knows that there are plenty of things that could. And that isn’t a risk he’s willing to take.
“I knew you’d understand,” Doctor Kim says, voice kind in a way that Jungkook feels like it shouldn’t be. “Now, as I’ve mentioned, your vagina changes during pregnancy. Your labia will swell, grow puffy. It will grow darker. All seems to be progressing nicely. You can take one finger easily.”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. What is there to say? He’s already tried to resist, and the alternative…
He lays back, and tries to ignore the nausea. The scent of Doctor Kim’s arousal is cutting, but not unpleasant. Like the slide of a razorblade over stubble. He tries to bury himself in it, tries to pretend that he’s curled up in his nest. He tries, wildly, to pretend this is Taehyung in one of their roleplay sessions.
But it’s difficult. Jungkook can feel a second finger enter him now, and they’re bigger than his mate’s, breaking the illusion in half like a shattered mirror. Taehyung is pretty tall for an omega – they both are, standing at nearly 178 centimeters. Doctor Kim is maybe three centimeters taller at best, but as an alpha, he’s just… larger. His hands are bigger, fingers longer and palm wider. His chest is broad, his jawline is strong.
“Oh, did two fingers arouse you that much?” Doctor Kim asks. “You suddenly produced more slick. Is it the work of my hands, or are you thinking about something?”
“Nothing,” Jungkook croaks out silently. He has a feeling things will be worse for him if he doesn’t answer.
“Hm, perhaps you need another finger,” Doctor Kim muses. Pregnancy has made Jungkook hornier overall and since he hit his second trimester he’s nearly constantly somewhat slick. Tae’s a little bigger than Jungkook in the cock department, maybe a little over two inches while hard, and he has zero reservations about fucking Jungkook with it. Or he had, before Jungkook’s bump had really grown and he’d gotten all nervous about hurting the baby. Lately, Jungkook had taken to using the double-ended knotting dildo more often than not. He’s fucked himself on one side of it while Tae’s been at work and unable to answer his horny cries.
So it’s left him pretty much ready to go. Two fingers barely felt like anything, but with three…
With three, he starts to feel a stretch. It doesn’t feel pleasant at first; it just feels violating. And he must make a noise out loud, because Doctor Kim clicks his tongue again.
“Was that too much?” he asks, consternation present in the furrow of his brows. “I’m sorry, I’ll be gentle. Sometimes, pregnancy can leave an omega or a beta female looser than usual. I may have been hasty with three fingers.”
“Please,” Jungkook says softly, but he doesn’t know what he’s saying please for. Please stop? Certainly, but Doctor Kim has already shown that that attempt is futile. Please use less fingers? Something tells Jungkook that that won’t actually work.
“Since three are already inside, I think we’ll keep at that for now,” he says, beginning to move them back and forth. He doesn’t jackhammer them like some eighth-grade alpha who’s only seen shitty free porn, doesn’t even move them fast and skilled like Yoongi used to, Jungkook’s ex. The only alpha he’s dated and he had skill, but he was overeager. It doesn’t feel like that. “I’ll just go slower.”
Lie back and think of your country.
That’s what they used to say to omegas and beta females hundreds of years ago, when arranged matings were more common than not and desperately, it’s what he finds himself thinking of now. It actually…now that the stretch has dulled, now that he’s accepted feeling violated and put it in the back of his mind, it actually does feel good. Sort of.
“Is that better?” Doctor Kim asks. Jungkook can tell that he’s slick as shit down there, and can tell that his cock is fully hard now. Probably leaking from the tip of that too, he realizes as he flushes with shame. Doctor Kim hasn’t even touched his cock. All he’s done is move his fingers inside of him a few times, swirled them around and pressed up against the spongy walls. Pressed his thumb to the outside of Jungkook’s puffy labia. Ran the pads of his fingers over the stretch marks cresting over Jungkook’s thighs.
“Um,” is all Jungkook manages to get out from beneath the guilt in his chest. “It –”
“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, Jungkook,” Doctor Kim says, and Jungkook hates how it’s so gentle. If he would just…if he would just ram his knot inside, pull it back out, slap Jungkook around a bit – then he wouldn’t feel so terrible. Then this would…then this would really be something wrong, and he could tell Taehyung about it, and Taehyung would flip out and make Jungkook see a different gynecologist, and this would all go away.
But that’s not how it feels. It feels good, and that feels terrible.
“Here, I know something that will help,” comes Doctor Kim’s voice, and something about it sounds different somehow. Like it’s further away and closer all at once. “I know you’re not used to a knot, so I’ll do what I can to prepare your body.”
“I– I’ve had a knot before,” Jungkook grits out. “I didn’t –”
“Oh?” Doctor Kim asks, and it’s so casual, so conversational, that this could almost be nothing more than a doctor-patient questionnaire. “But you’re so young, Jungkook. I would have assumed Taehyung was your first.”
His voice is low, and it’s then that Jungkook realizes why he sounds so different. He has moved closer – close enough to lick; first up Jungkook’s thigh, and then right up he slit between his legs.
Jungkook can’t help the noise that escapes his mouth as he does. It sounds fucking pornographic, and it seems to egg Doctor Kim on. Without waiting for an answer, he continues to lap at the sensitive skin there, starting from the perineum and lathing his tongue all the way up to the underside of Jungkook’s cock.
It’s been a while since Tae has eaten him out.
“Um –” he says, mostly to stop himself from making another noise like the first one. “I was…I was a freshman in college…”
“Oh, my,” says Doctor Kim, the breath coming off of the last syllable pulsing against Jungkook’s cock and making him squirm. “Was he an older alpha?”
“I don’t –” Jungkook starts, swallowing down a groan as Doctor Kim’s tongue finally presses inside of him. “I don’t really remember.” It’s not true. He just doesn’t want Doctor Kim to know more about him than he needs to.
“How old do you think I am?”
Without waiting for an answer, Doctor Kim – fuck it, Namjoon, Jungkook can think of him that way if he’s going to do this – leans forward again, using his tongue to fuck Jungkook’s cunt. It’s sloppy, without even looking Jungkook can tell it’s sloppy, the rough side of his tongue moving back and forth. Spit and slick are probably running down his chin – or maybe they’re not, Jungkook can’t really picture such a buttoned-up alpha looking like he’s in a porno – because he can certainly feel it running down his thighs. It’s a testament to how wet he is, leaking like this, and he’s pretty sure he can feel pre dribbling out of his cock as well.
“I don’t know,” he manages to breathe out, even though it doesn’t really seem like Namjoon is listening. The sounds coming from his mouth are filthy, but even so, he manages to have a soft touch against Jungkook’s thighs. He doesn’t need to touch them at all – the stirrups have taken care of keeping them spread apart – but he gently massages them like a lover.
“I’m thirty-eight,” he says, finally standing up and leaving Jungkook’s cunt clenching around something that is no longer there, desperate. “And I have to say, I’ve never tasted pussy like yours. Pregnancy hormones really do make slick taste divine.”
The word pussy sounds strange coming from his mouth after all of the clinical jargon, and it makes Jungkook’s head feel fuzzy again. The examination room is small and it’s full of horny alpha and pregnant omega pheromones, the air is fucking thick with it. It feels so good.
“I’m going to just put the tip in, okay, Jungkook?” Namjoon asks. “That’s all. I know you’re not used to a cock like mine. Just relax.”
And it’s hard to do anything but relax when he says it like that. Jungkook doesn’t know if alphas can like, release more pheromones at will or something, but it certainly feels like they can.
“Okay, alpha,” he finds himself saying, but he’s too far gone to wince at himself over the use of the turn. At this point his cunt feels so empty and he’s desperate for anything to go inside of it.
“Very good, omega,” Namjoon praises. He even brushes a soft hand over Jungkook’s swollen belly, massaging it with a practiced hand and oh, it feels so nice. Something rattles inside Jungkook’s chest, a soft noise filling the room beneath their panting breaths.
It isn’t until Namjoon places a hand over one of Jungkook’s tits that he realizes that he’s purring.
“This must feel so good for you, hmm?” Namjoon asks. “There is nothing more satisfying than being able to make an omega feel so comfortable as this.”
I’m not, a voice in the back of Jungkook’s mind wants to say, but words are becoming very difficult to speak. I’m not comfortable.
“Are you ready?” Namjoon asks. “Just the tip, alright?”
It feels like an eternity waiting for it to happen. Jungkook even tries to sit up on his elbows, tries to watch as Namjoon undoes his leather belt, unzips his grey slacks, and gets his cock out. Before he even does, Jungkook can tell that he’s…big. The bulge would be intimidating if he weren’t so under the sway of pheromones, weren’t so pregnant and wet and hard and fucking horny.
“Bigger than you’re used to, isn’t it?” Namjoon asks delicately. “Don’t worry, I’ll be slow. I want to make this feel so good for you, mommy.”
The word goes straight to his pussy. Flooding with an embarrassing heat, Jungkook can feel himself tightening around the tip of alpha cock that’s lined up with his entrance, so different than omega cock already. His body is begging for more and even if he can’t make himself say anything out loud, the flush that spreads all over his body is surely enough to betray how that made him feel.
“There’s a good mommy,” Namjoon praises, rotating his hips around Jungkook’s hole, getting himself wet with the slick pooled there. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
All Jungkook can do is let out a weak nod and a faint please.
It feels ridiculous, but if he doesn’t get something inside of him soon he’s going to die.
“Was that a please?”
“Please,” he repeats, voice hoarse from the moans he’s been keeping bottled in his throat.
“Well, who am I to deny a pregnant omega – my patient – what he needs?”
There it is again: the kindness in Namjoon’s voice, making the beginnings of another purr lodge itself in Jungkook’s chest.
With a chuckle, Namjoon places a steady hand – still gloved – on the bed to steady himself. And then he moves forward, bit by agonizing bit, until he’s buried inside. Jungkook keeps expecting for that brute alpha force to come out, for this to suddenly turn violent and culminate in purpling bruises on his hips underneath his belly, but he moves so slowly; tenderly, almost. As if he truly wants Jungkook to be enjoying himself.
And he is, god, it would be ridiculous to deny it. His cunt is so sensitive, he feels like he’s on fire as Namjoon begins to make little thrusts in and out of him. His other hand comes around to thumb at the tip of Jungkook’s little cock, just small movements, but they’re enough to make him burn with want. Involuntarily, his hips can’t upward, trying to take as much as Namjoon as he can.
“Alpha,” he gets out, choked off and desperately. “Alpha…”
“Mommy is so wet for it,” Namjoon murmurs back, almost reverent. “You’re making me feel young again, with how fast I’m about to swell.”
Swell, he says. Not pop a knot, not anything so crass. It’s charming almost, and Jungkook nods in his desperation to feel it inside of him. The first and only alpha he’d ever been with had been too drunk for his knot to form. So he can’t help the yelp of surprise that leaps from his throat when he feels it now, just a push at his walls at first, and then a strange tug whenever Namjoon moves backward.
It’s catching, Jungkook dimly realizes. It’s going to catch and lock them together.
“Knot?” he mumbles.
“That’s right,” says Namjoon kindly. “Going to make you a mommy all over again.”
If Jungkook mumbles a response, he isn’t sure what it is. He can’t think anymore, not really, not when everything he feels is centered on his cunt and Namjoon being buried inside of it. Not when Namjoon’s scent is crescendoing almost, growing louder until Jungkook can smell nothing else, can feel nothing else, and then he’s coming with a choked off cry. He wants to clench his legs together but he can’t, his feet stuck in the metal of the stirrups, and he whines with it.
Namjoon seems to understand his cries, running a gentle hand over his stomach again before grabbing at Jungkook’s ass and pulling him forward until it’s hanging off the table. And with it comes a sensation he’s never felt before, he’s being stretched to his limit and it hurts, of course it hurts but it’s a good hurt.
He can feel Namjoon finishing inside of him, hot and deep and adding to the mess of slick and spit already there. It’s almost too much – no, it is too much, between the scent and the feeling and all of it.
The last thing he hears is Namjoon’s warm laugh as his hand works over Jungkook’s cock, encouraging the useless cum out of it.
He comes to when Namjoon is slowly pulling himself out of him, the swell of his knot still present but not enough to cause Jungkook much pain when it leaves him. At least not physically – his brain has sort of come back on line, but he still lets out a small whimper at the loss.
“Mr. Jeon-Kim,” Namjoon starts, tone still gentle but sounding much more businesslike with the return to Jungkook’s surname. He hates it, and he turns his head away. His legs, still in the stirrups, feel like jello.
“Shhh, just relax. You went through quite an ordeal there,” he says kindly as he tucks himself back into his pants. There’s a slight bulge, but it’s easily hidden by his lab coat as he buttons it with quick, sure fingers.
“I…”
“But overall,” he continues. “Your body is exactly where it should be for five months. Now, I’ll be wanting to see you again in two months for your third trimester ultrasound.”
“What?” he manages to get out, finally recalling at least one of the points on the pamphlets he’d skimmed. “But I thought… Aren’t those only for high-risk pregnancies? I thought next time I’d just…go to the regular hospital. For labor.” Where he wouldn’t have to see Namjoon at all.
Namjoon smiles. He’s finally removed his gloves, Jungkook notes, as he walks over and eases Jungkook’s legs down from the stirrups. They hang dumbly off the edge of the table like a marionette.
“Mr. Jeon-Kim,” Namjoon says slowly, picking Jungkook’s clothes up from the chair they’ve been sitting on and pressing them to his sensitive, swollen, but dry chest insistently. “Wouldn’t I know better than you? I’ll be seeing you in eight weeks.”