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The back of Jimin’s head collided with hard metal. His ears were ringing and for a moment, the world around him was spinning lightly. “Why the hell would you tell anybody about what happened between us?”, a rough voice was hissing into his ear.
Jimin groaned in frustration and tried to wriggle out of the tight grip around his throat. “Don’t be like that, love. ‘t was just a slip of the tongue.”, he muttered teasingly and swallowed, his throat bobbing against the palm of the man in front of him. His comment only earned him another hard shove against the lockers.
-short throwback-
You see, apparently not every story about an alpha quarterback and an omega cheerleader turns out to be fucking High School Musical. Although, drawing up the analogy in his mind, Jimin noticed that the girl in that movie had never been a cheerleader and that the game that the guy had been so focused on was basketball, but that was beneath the point, right?
Jimin’s own story was taking a different turn anyway, apparently. It had been a mere two weeks ago that Yoongi, a boy you could only describe as moody, talented, and disgustingly handsome had pushed him up against the wall of the bathroom in their sports-centre and had snogged the hell out of him.
Prior to that, Jimin had not known the guy was even interested in men prior to having his tongue down his throat. Not that he had objected, instinct mixing with plausible interest in the alpha male. On that evening during the game, Yoongi and Jimin had been constantly teasing each other once again. It was already well-known around campus that the two of them were not quite as friendly with each other as their occupations might have suggested.
Jimin was the lead of their cheerleading squad and had, ever since taking the reign, implemented some…modifications. He was not a fan of girls jumping around aimlessly in skimpy shorts and skirts as had been the case up until that point. Cheering, to him at least, was about giving the crowd a performance they would not forget. So naturally his idea of switching the shorts with proper dance costumes and changing the choreography from jumping and shouting to modern dance elements had not gone over well with everybody. At the front of the resistance had been Yoongi, claiming that Jimin was abusing his power over the cheerleading squad to make up for his slow-going career as a major in dance. Ouch.
And thus the scene had been set. Jimin and Yoongi were constantly at each other’s throats, bickering and fighting over every and any little change that Jimin suggested. However, that night during the game, Jimin had decided to fight Yoongi with his own weapons. He had dressed up in the tightest and shortest set of pants that his closet had offered and had promptly danced in the most alluring and provocative way he could imagine. While he had assumed that his performance would have a big effect on Yoongi, he had not anticipated that it would result in him being ravaged against a sink.
Yoongi clearly had wanted to show Jimin who was boss. He had thrown the door to the bathroom open, surprising Jimin who was just washing his face over the sink. The next second, the man had already grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back before attacking his lips. Jimin had been surprised at first but when Yoongi had pulled back with an inquisitive look, seemingly asking for permission, Jimin had leaned in and kissed him just as fiercely.
Now…that was not why they were in this situation right now though, with Jimin pressed against a locker in the equipment room, Yoongi’s raging face right up against his. Jimin might have gossiped to two of the other dancers about the incident. And since rumours like this travelled like wildfire, Yoongi had found out. And the man did not seem impressed by it.
-present-
Jimin’s breath was coming out ragged and forceful, the hand around his throat constricting the airflow. “Who did you tell about what happened? Jimin I swear to god…I will kick your ass!” Yoongi was hissing at him, rage dripping into his voice. “The-…Hoseok. Sunhye.”
Yoongi’s fist connected with the metal screen next to his face and Jimin flinched a little, his hands coming up to wrap around the arm that held him down. “Let…go. Can’t breathe.”, he hissed out and immediately Yoongi’s grip released and he went for Jimin’s shirt instead, twisting the fabric between his fingers to keep the boy in place.
“Jimin are you out of your mind? I am applying for scholarships. I don’t need these rumours to threaten my reputation.” Yoongi bared his teeth but Jimin was not going to be a submissive little omega. He was not a play toy to be roughed around. “Ohhh, I see. You can just march into the bathroom and take what you want. But god forbid I breathe a word about it? Yeah alright.”, Jimin’s eyes narrowed and he pushed against Yoongi’s chest. “Let me go.”, he groaned, frustrated that Yoongi was seemingly too narrow-minded to accept his own cravings and sexuality. When there was no response, Jimin pushed harder but Yoongi was like a wall, not moving as he stared at the smaller boy.
The omega grew more anxious with every second passing. “Leave me alone. What am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can stop the rumour now! But I will deny it when asked, okay? You can rest assured that most people will not believe the rumours anyway. Why, after all, would someone like you be interested in me, right? Totally ridiculous.”, he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he tried to squeeze past the boy, only to be roughly slammed back into the lockers. “Yoongi if you don’t let go of me, I will kick and scream! You can’t just-“ His words were cut off when Yoongi’s hand let go of his shirt and went for his hair instead, gripping to light strands at the back of his skull and tugging his head back to expose his neck.
Jimin let out a small gasp and his eyes widened. “Yoongi.”, he gritted out, furious about the alpha’s behaviour. His anger was mixing with frustration about his own inability to overpower the man. He tried to push at Yoongi’s chest again, to no avail. “I will not apologize to you, do you understand? I did nothing wrong. You attacked me in that bathroom. I did not know you were so sensitive about your sexuality when I talked to the others.”, he hissed, eyes fixed on the lamp at the ceiling because of the angle his head was twisted at.
Yoongi did not say a word. The only sound between them was their laboured breaths. “Apologize.”, the word rung in Jimin’s ears and he slowly shook his head. “No.”, he retorted. Jimin did not see himself at fault here. If Yoongi had trouble accepting his sexuality then he would not expose the boy any further. However, he could not have known this prior to today and he would stand his ground. “Apologize.”
Jimin was about to throw another insult at the man when he felt teeth scrape over his neck. His body went rigid and a small gasp escaped his throat. The feeling of the alpha’s teeth on his neck gave him goosebumps and he swallowed heavily. “Stop! D-don’t you dare try and force me into submission here, Yoongi. D-damnit!”, Jimin was so pissed off his teeth clanked loudly when he shut his mouth. He started wriggling in Yoongi’s hold again, clawing his hands against the taller boy’s chest with all the force he could muster.
He managed to get in a good scratch right under Yoongi's collarbone before the alpha's free hand gathered his wrists and forced them above his head and against the locker. Simultaneously, the teeth on his neck bit into his flesh a little more sternly. Jimin's eyes widened in shock and a small whine squeezed through his pressed lips. "Yoongi.", he muttered quickly. "What are you doing? Don't!". Jimin's annoyance had turned into anxiety in mere seconds, his scent turning into acid.
Forced mating. It was the single biggest fear of the omega. Since an alpha initiated the bond between a pair, if was up to them to give their omega the first bite. After that, nature left an omega with very little options. The one-sided bond was enough to make their life miserable, should they choose not to reciprocate the bite. So while he was annoyed but intrigued before, this instantly turned into fear now and he noticed that he had let himself get manhandled into a situation where he was essentially helpless.
Yoongi's lips closed over his teeth and he nuzzled his nose into Jimin's neck, releasing pheromones to calm the omega. For a second, his scent lost all traces of anger. "Jimin I would never do that. I know I am an asshole but I wouldn't force a bite on you. Ever.", he whispered against the skin. "I promise you you are save." Yoongi held back a little. Before, Jimin's scent had shown his annoyance, but his interest and eagerness to please had been there as well. It took a couple of seconds for Jimin's shoulders to relax again, for his scent to soften. The omega released a breath. "I fucking trust you, okay? Don't make me regret it.", he muttered and huffed when Yoongi's lips opened over his scent gland again.
"Nevertheless, I...I...", he was loosing his train of thought quickly when Yoongi started nibbling on his neck. Jimin could feel the resolve drain from his body as another gasp left his lips, betrayed by his own biology. His omega was urging him to submit to the alpha, to lay himself bare before him and give the man what he wanted.
However, Jimin was not a typical omega. Had never been. This was the first time that he seriously doubted whether he would be able to stand his ground against an alpha. Usually, he was always able to defeat his natural urge to submit. He did not back down when alphas stared at him, snarled at him or even manhandled him. But with Yoongi’s teeth and lips on his neck…yeah that was a different thing. It was different, because it was not entirely unwelcome. Jimin’s body was not betraying his mind here…he did crave Yoongi’s touch on his skin. At the same time, he was a stubborn boy and submitting to Yoongi would be equal to admitting that he had done something wrong in telling his best friends about their kiss. And he was not willing to give up on their prior argument easily.
Another light nib on his neck. “Come on Jimin…apologize. It is that easy.”, Yoongi’s voice was sweet and yet stern and it made Jimin’s skin heat up. It was clear that neither of them was going to back down easily. “I-I will not apologize. You know I don’t like it when people show this kind of force on me.”, Jimin’s voice was not nearly as strong as Yoongi’s and his words lacked a similar resolve behind them.
“You sure about that? I can almost taste your interest on my tongue.” Sure enough, Yoongi underlined his statement with a small lick on the skin above the vein in his neck. Jimin’s tongue similarly darted out to wet his lips and a shudder ran down his spine as he could feel his own arousal growing. He tried tugging his hands out of Yoongi’s grip but did not get anywhere with that. In return, Yoongi gave his hair a sharp yank.
“Stop fighting, apologize and I will let you go.” Jimin knew that was not going to happen because he was not going to apologize. And it seemed like Yoongi also realized that it would not be this simple to get Jimin to admit to having done something wrong. Maybe he would have to push the smaller omega harder then.
The teeth on Jimin’s neck retreated and he almost let out a victorious hiss before they were replaced with soft lips. At the same time, he felt Yoongi’s thigh push between his and up into his groin. He was fucked. Not because Yoongi had the upper hand here but because Jimin was losing his inner battle to stay strong and not give in. It was just too much to handle at this point: the tugging on his hair, the lips on his neck, his hands held together…it was like Yoongi knew exactly how to press his buttons.
Languidly, Yoongi moved his lips against Jimin’s hot skin, eliciting a small moan from the younger boy. Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut and he swallowed heavily, moving his hips down a little to meet Yoongi’s thigh. The older man chuckled against his neck and Jimin groaned. “’S not funny. Idiot.”, he whispered and Yoongi nipped at his neck again as a clear sign that he did not appreciate the insult.
Both of them were desperate for each other, Jimin noticed that when he took a deep breath. He could smell Yoongi’s arousal just as much as his own. Slowly, he felt the fingers in his hair loosen until Yoongi fully retreated his hand. Although he could move his head back to a more comfortable position, Jimin unconsciously decided to stay as he was, his neck exposed for Yoongi who was still pressing slow kisses to his pulse point.
“I want to touch you.” Jimin’s eyes blinked open in surprise when he heard Yoongi’s rough voice next to his ear. He frowned a little and sighed. “Are you asking for consent? Now?”, he muttered with an annoyed tone in his voice. “Little late, don’t you think?”
“Jimin.”, the growl made his body shiver. Jimin’s voice was quieter when he replied. “Fine. No need to be so mad. Y-you can touch me.”
He had expected Yoongi’s fingers to go for something obvious, like his ass or his dick. Hell, Jimin had hoped for either of the two. Thus, he was surprised when he felt cold fingertips on his cheek, trailing down to his chin. Jimin’s mind was drawing a blank. The different sensations were a lot to handle, between Yoongi’s warm lips on his neck and his colder fingers tracing over his cheekbone. At the same time, the act was awfully intimate.
From the moment that Yoongi had pushed him up against the lockers, Jimin had expected their confrontation to end with either him getting punched in the face or Yoongi going for a revival of their make-out session earlier. Although, truth be told, Jimin knew that Yoongi would not have seriously hurt him. While the alpha was clearly not considerate of personal space, he was not violent.
The fingers suddenly trailed from his cheek down to the free side of his neck and further, teasing over his collarbones. Jimin’s skin felt too tight. He tried once more to pull his hands from Yoongi’s grip. He wanted to touch the other man and return the favour. Yoongi did not seem to be ready for that yet as his grip tightened around Jimin’s wrists for a moment. Since that option was denied, Jimin moved his ass down and rutted against Yoongi’s thigh, forcing a sharp hiss from the older man.
Maybe Yoongi was not as controlled as it seemed? Maybe Jimin was not at all as helpless as he felt. He rutted down once more, pressing his ass and half-hard dick against Yoongi. The older man shivered and retreated from Jimin’s neck.
“Jimin… if you want to stop, then I need to know right now.”, the words were punctuated with a harsh intake of air. Jimin almost wanted to roll his eyes. “I appreciate your concern, but does it seem like I am not into this as much as you are?” He was unprepared for Yoongi suddenly releasing his wrists. The next second, he felt hands on his ass and then he lost contact with the ground when Yoongi lifted him up and pushed him into the lockers, lips connecting with Jimin’s in a fierce kiss.
Warmth spread in Jimin’s chest as he moved his lips against Yoongi’s. He wrapped his arms around his neck and held on for dear life as they devoured each other. He could feel Yoongi’s arousal pressing against his ass and he let out a small whimper, full of excitement, before pulling away from their kiss. “Come on…you have been teasing me long enough.”, he groaned. “Give me something here you idiot…please.” As his plea left his lips, Yoongi’s eyes focused on his and the world stilled for a moment. “Such a brat.”
Then his lips were back on Jimin’s and he was pulled away from the lockers. Jimin did not care where Yoongi was taking him. All that mattered was the friction between their bodies that was satisfying the itch under his skin to some extent. He felt himself being turned around before Yoongi lowered him down on a high pile of large floor mats.
The alpha hovered over him for a second before he dove down to place a kiss on Jimin’s lips again, fingers trailing up from his ass and under the jumper that Jimin was wearing. “Too many clothes…thought you liked skimpy shorts and shit.” The comment almost made Jimin snicker before he reached down to pull his jumper over his head.
As he laid there, Jimin felt nervousness rise in his chest. He was not some blushing virgin, but it had been quite a while since he had last had sex with someone and judging from the bulge in Yoongi’s pants…well. Jimin had every right to be nervous.
As if sensing his distress, Yoongi looked up from where he was busy trailing kisses down Jimin’s chest. They locked eyes for a second and Jimin nodded lightly to encourage Yoongi to continue. The alpha went back to the task and continued dragging his lips over his chest, stopping briefly to give Jimin’s left nipple some attention. When the omega felt Yoongi’s lips close around the sensitive bud, he arched his back and let out a breathless moan, hands coming up to grab Yoongi’s hair and tug at it desperately.
“Ah…Yoongi. Come on.”, he moaned and spread his legs slightly in hopes that the man would get the hint. And Yoongi did. As soon as Jimin spread his legs underneath him, a shudder went through the alpha’s body as the sweet smell of Jimin’s arousal hit him. Instinctively, his teeth closed around Jimin’s nipple and a high-pitched whine escaped the boy’s lips.
Yoongi could not wait any longer. He trailed his finger’s down Jimin’s sides and over his smooth stomach before fidgeting with the button of his jeans. As soon as the fabric gave way, Yoongi all but ripped the pants down Jimin’s legs, the briefs being dragged along with them. Jimin’s dick obscenely slapped against his lower stomach and he whimpered, gnawing on his lips. Yoongi did not waste time. He grabbed Jimin’s ankles and pulled the boy down towards the edge of the pile before flipping him over onto his stomach, his legs dangling down.
Jimin’s eyes widened for a second and he turned his face to look at Yoongi. He was glad to see that the alpha was still dressed. Yoongi seemed so far gone that he had half expected him to take him right then and there. Instead, Yoongi’s eyes were focused on his ass, hands smoothing down his back and over to round curve of his butt before he spread Jimin’s cheeks.
Jimin laid his head down with a thud and took a calming breath. He was slightly worried that Yoongi was not liking the sight when the man stayed still for what felt like a minute. “You are magnificent.” The low mutter reassured him, and he gazed back just in time when Yoongi placed his thumb right on his hole. Jimin gasped and braced his hands on the mat, opening his legs a little more. Yoongi’s thumb circled over his tight hole, giving pressure every now and then but never quite breaching him.
Jimin grew restless, dick pressed against his stomach and rubbing against the mat underneath him with every twitch of his body. “Yoongi…please?”, he whispered and moved his ass back against Yoongi’s finger. The alpha promptly complied and pushed his thumb inside. Jimin hissed at the burn before Yoongi removed his finger again, now coated with Jimin’s slick. “Look at you, little omega. All wet for me.”
Jimin blushed a little, feeling Yoongi spread his slick around his hole gently. He was really glad that his body was willing to prepare himself for Yoongi like this, already producing slick for the alpha. Not enough so that it would be dripping out of him, but now that Yoongi had breached him once it would be a lot easier.
Indeed, when Jimin felt Yoongi’s middle finger pushed against his hole again, it slipped in much easier. He could feel Yoongi leaning over him, his jeans rubbing against Jimin’s bare ass and his lips pressing against the skin between his shoulder blades. By now, it was clear who was in charge, with Yoongi still fully dressed and Jimin naked and open underneath him. His hole adjusted quickly to the feeling of one finger inside of him and he soon moved his ass impatiently. Yoongi got the hint and started moving his finger slowly, pushing it in further before rotating it lightly.
After a minute of continuous slow thrusts, Yoongi pulled his finger out. When he was suddenly breached by two fingers, Jimin threw his head back and let out a high whine. “G-Gentle. Alpha. Haven't....in a while.”, he whimpered and his fingers started grasping at the mat. Yoongi hushed him and placed another kiss on his back. “You can take it.”, he mumbled, yet his fingers stilled once again, allowing for Jimin to get comfortable and accustomed to the feeling. He heard the sound of a zipper and then some ruffling as Yoongi was taking of pants.
Jimin glanced back and gasped when he saw Yoongi’s dick for the first time. He was utterly screwed and panic started rising in his throat. Yoongi’s gaze on him softened and he started gently stroking Jimin’s side, fingers inside him still not moving. “Jimin. Relax. I’ll prepare you. Promise.”, he whispered. “Are you alright babe?”
Jimin wasn’t quite sure but he nodded hesitantly. Yoongi started moving his fingers, at first only pulling them back out and pushing them in again. When Jimin started moaning quietly and rutting his hips to get some friction on his cock, Yoongi spread his fingers to stretch Jimin out a little more. The boy responded with a keening sound.
Yoongi gently pressed Jimin's hips down with his free hand to stop the boy from rubbing himself against the mat. He pulled his fingers out all the way, tips just teasing Jimin's entrance, tugging at his rim lightly before withdrawing completely. The boy was getting more and more impatient, whining high in his throat. Yoongi decided to draw it out a little and got down on his knees before he started pressing light kissed to Jimin's thighs, trailing them higher with every kiss.
"Yoongi...", Jimin was whimpering by now and when Yoongi looked up, he could see that the boy had reached back and had two fingers in his ass, thrusting into himself desperately. "Jimin.", Yoongi's tone was warning and when the omega did not stop fingering himself, Yoongi grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from his ass, pressing the hand down on Jimin's back. He had him pinned down under himself and Jimin was completely aware of that.
"You are the most stubborn omega I have ever met.", Yoongi growled and spread Jimin's legs farther with his knees. He reached down with his free hand and trailed a sole finger over Jimin's hole before pushing in just as far as the first knuckle. Jimin grunted in frustration when Yoongi did not give him more. He tried to move his ass down to meet Yoongi’s finger but was denied by Yoongi pressing down on his back a little more. “Jimin if you don’t stop acting up, I will finger you with just one finger for another half hour. And maybe after that I will get myself off and leave you here like this, open and desperate. Do you want that to happen?”
Jimin immediately shook his head. “No! No, please! Just…give me more.” With the boy writhing under his hand, Yoongi could not help himself but indulge. He retreated his finger and then gently eased two back inside of the boy. Jimin let out a relieved sigh when Yoongi started fucking him with his fingers again, his pace faster than before and much more satisfying.
When Jimin’s moans turned into more pleas, Yoongi obliged by pushing in a third finger alongside the other two. A hard shiver ran down his body and Jimin arched a little, keeping his legs spread for Yoongi. “Good boy.” Yoongi’s slender fingers were made for fingering, Jimin decided. The way that they felt in his ass could not lead to any other conclusion.
When Jimin’s hole was finally thoroughly stretched with three fingers inside of him, Yoongi pulled away and slicked his cock up. Jimin could hear the wet sound behind him and he bit his lip, promptly gasping as he felt the head of Yoongi’s dick against his entrance. He closed his eyes shut and braced himself against the intrusion, muscles tensing a little.
Suddenly, Yoongi pulled away again and Jimin frowned. Gentle fingers grabbed his hips and he felt himself being turned onto his back again. Confused, he stared up at Yoongi as the man moved to lean over Jimin. “Want to see your face.”, he whispered and leaned down to kiss Jimin. He could feel Yoongi lifting his legs and moving them up towards his chest, spreading them so that the man had easy access to Jimin’s hole.
As they were kissing, he felt Yoongi line up again and slowly push forward. Jimin whined into his lover’s mouth as his rim stretched around Yoongi’s cock. The size was more than what he had been prepared for and it burned a little. Yoongi soothed his hands over Jimin’s thighs. It was hard to control his instincts and to not just fuck into him with force, ignoring the omega’s discomfort. Alphas were not bred to be considerate or gentle. Their instincts were to claim what was theirs and to breed their omegas. For him, going this slowly was torture but hurting Jimin was not even an option.
The omega, on the other hand, had never felt so…whole before. Feeling Yoongi inside him was different from everything he had felt before. He had fucked around with other alphas before, but nothing compared to this. The stretch was still a little uncomfortable but Yoongi finally bottomed out and Jimin took deep breaths to relax himself. At the same time, his mind was slowing down and his whole body started to feel warm and fuzzy. “Move?”, he whispered and grabbed at Yoongi's ass to encourage him.
The small whisper was all that Yoongi needed. He started to move his hips slowly, inching out and back inside. When he looked up and his eyes locked on Jimin’s again, both of them felt the unfamiliar connection between them soaring.
Yoongi could not help but lean down and bite the juncture of Jimin’s neck and shoulder gently, forcing another moan out of the younger boy. This time, Jimin didn't tense, didn't worry at all. The moan promptly made Yoongi thrust forward a little harder. Jimin threw his head back and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck, clawing at his back desperately. “F-fuck me.” He just wanted Yoongi to claim him, to take what felt like was rightfully his anyway.
Yoongi started moving faster and more forcefully, angling himself in hopes of finding Jimin’s sweet spot. He wanted to please his omega as well as he could, wanted to show Jimin that he could give him everything he wanted…that he could provide for him.
It was a new urge that he had not felt before. Usually, sex was more about his own pleasure but ever since he had thrusted into Jimin’s tight heat, nothing was more important than seeing his omega writhing in pleasure. Jimin had no problem complying with that whatsoever. With every thrust, it felt like his insides were coiling up more and more.
Even though Yoongi had only just started, Jimin already felt close to the edge. A particular deep thrust seemed to hit something inside him that made him see stars and he clenched around Yoongi, drawing a moan from the older boy. “Jimin…you’re so tight. Damn.”, he hissed and stilled for a second before resuming with harsher thrusts.
Jimin felt like his body was on fire, his skin tingling everywhere Yoongi had touched him, burning particularly on his shoulder where he had just been nibbled on again. When, in addition to that, he felt Yoongi’s hand wrap around his dick, Jimin could barely whine an incoherent “No…wait. Gonna-“, before, with a high-pitched moan, he came all over his own stomach, immediately embarrassed at how quickly he had come.
Above him, Yoongi’s face had been scrunched up in concentration but when he felt Jimin tighten around him and saw the sweet omega come in spurts, he knew that he was lost just like his lover. He thrusted into Jimin a few more times before he started to retreat.
Just when he was about to slip out of the boy, Jimin’s fingernails dug into his ass and pulled him back and closer. “Jimin. I…will come.”, Yoongi pressed out and he could not imagine that the boy really wanted him to come inside of him.
To his surprise, when he tried pulling out again, Jimin literally growled at him and pulled him back once more. Jimin was already oversensitive, his hole clenching around Yoongi because of the continuous stimulation. But he was determined to get Yoongi to come inside of him.
So when Jimin tightened around him one more time, Yoongi let out a curse and almost collapsed on top of the boy as he came with a long moan, spurting inside of him. Jimin’s eyes fluttered open when he felt Yoongi fill him up. Satisfaction, almost greater than the orgasm he had just had, filled his whole body. He was not in heat so there was no danger of this having any unwanted consequences. Above him, Yoongi only slowly came back to his senses, still panting heavily.
“Jimin…you menace.”, he muttered and kissed the boy’s lips ever so gently before nosing the side of his neck. Jimin willingly bared his neck for the alpha. A low rumble emitted from Yoongi’s throat and he placed a kiss on Jimin’s scent gland before giving it a gentle bite, simultaneously pulling out of Jimin slowly. The omega whined at the loss and clenched.
Yoongi laid down next to him and carefully pulled Jimin against his side, halfway onto his chest. Jimin could feel his hole dripping a little but he could not bring himself to care when Yoongi started placing gentle kisses on his forehead.
It took both of them a few minutes to gather their senses and thoughts and Yoongi was the first to be able to speak again. “If you could at least try and keep this between us, Jimin.”, he whispered teasingly and gave Jimin’s ass a light and playful slap. “Don’t want to share this experience with anybody.”
Jimin closed his eyes and pressed his nose against Yoongi’s neck. “Nah…would be too embarrassing to admit anyway. Who would still believe in my image as a feisty omega if they knew that I bent over for you just because you were biting my neck a little.”, Jimin rumbled and Yoongi hummed against his hair. “Just so you know…I plan on bending you over again soon. You still owe me an apology though.”
Faced with the decision of whether he wanted to remain feisty, strong and independent or wanted Yoongi to fuck him speechless more often, Jimin did not take even a second to reply. “I’m sorry, hyung.”