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Jimin knows his heat is coming when he wakes up and finds himself achingly hard, body tangled on top of Yoongi, one leg tossed over the alpha’s waist while he groggily comes to.
He can only confirm his suspicions when he goes to move and only feels a stickiness that clings his underwear wetly to his ass cheeks.
Bodily function aside, he still turns onto his back with a low groan, stretching his limbs. It’s only going to get more intense as the hours pass. He can’t go to work for the next few days, and he’ll tie Yoongi to this bed before he even thinks about leaving his sight during this.
At the mention of the alpha, Jimin’s eyes linger to his right where he lies peacefully asleep. Blissfully unaware of the handful he’ll be dealing with shortly.
Jimin trails a slender hand to Yoongi’s chest, bare as ever, he hungrily drags the bedding down to expose more, not stopping until the fabric is pooling at the man’s waist.
His eyes light up at the mere sight of his happy trail, knowing where it leads makes him leak slick again, the scent piercing the air. Sweet honeyed peaches turned ambery, a heaviness to it that demands an alpha’s attention, demands an alpha’s knot.
“Mm…” Jimin stifles a low moan at the thought of it.
His heat, although later than usual this year, has made perfect timing. They’ve both been so busy these days. Too busy to even think about sex, which is saying a lot considering it’s perhaps their favorite thing to do together.
But the village has matters to attend to, the winter weather is proving a bit harsher than previous years and requires a lot more demands for the leaders.
So this heat may be the perfect way to relieve that stress burdening them.
“Alpha…” Jimin sings under his breath, finger tracing the man’s jaw in a slow drag.
He scoots closer, pressing himself against Yoongi’s side, he dares a lick against the man’s scent gland, a hot stripe up his neck. He can see goosebumps break over Yoongi’s skin in response, the alpha stirs, half asleep.
“Mm?” Yoongi asks, sleep still pulling him in, eyes shut as he turns to the sound of Jimin’s voice.
“Wake up…” Jimin whispers in his ear, kissing the shell of it tenderly. With a smirk on his lips he adds, “Your omega wants to have some fun with you.”
The alpha’s eyes blink open, slow and still not fully awake. His chest rises and falls in soft puffs as he adjusts to the greying light of winter’s dawn that cloaks the room.
He clears his throat, trying to get his eyes to adjust when it hits him.
Jimin can see the exact moment Yoongi smells his heat in the air. Watches in eager anticipation as Yoongi’s lungs breathe in a deep lungful to double check.
“Shit…” Yoongi huffs, morning voice low and gravelly. Jimin’s lips purse, humming as he leans in to give him a chaste kiss.
“Need to prepare. I only have another hour or so before it fully hits.” He explains, “Tell your mother, the council, you’re stuck with me until this passes.”
A rumble of satisfaction preens in Yoongi’s chest, no protest whatsoever.
“If I must…” He jests, already sliding from the covers to hurry and prepare.
Excited that Yoongi is eager to take care of him, Jimin melts into the covers, watching with hungry eyes as the alpha gets changed to go alert those he mentioned.
“And grab groceries? We’ll need to cook at home while I’m in heat. It lasts a few days.” He softly pipes up, “And I want a basin to wash up in.”
Yoongi sleepily steps into his pants, nodding to show he’s listening.
“Oh, and tell Taehyung, too. We were supposed to hang out today.” Jimin pouts as he remembers.
Yoongi nods and slips a black hanbok over his shoulders, no longer putting on a show for Jimin to ogle.
“And be fast.” Jimin adds on once more, “I’m not sure how quick it’ll kick in now that I have a mate.”
Yoongi nods, mentally prepping for the numerous tasks given to him. He doesn’t complain, as a matter-of-fact he finds it endearing. As he ties his jeogori into a knot he leans over the bed and kisses Jimin one last time.
“I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He murmurs against his lips.
Jimin’s heat is unbearably strong this time, something he chalks down to his newfound mate and the fact his inner omega is restless waiting for him. With the promise of someone to take care of him, to knot him, he finds his pulse quickening and eyes dilating as the clock ticks over to the next hour.
Yoongi has been gone for two whole hours. A groundbreaking amount of time. Jimin doesn’t even have it in him to eat breakfast, appetite squashed in favor of the simmering heat that stirs low in his groin, arousal promptly wedging itself into the top spot for priorities.
He has been trying to fight the urge to start without his alpha, knowing it’s a fruitless effort to get off without a proper knot in him. However his instincts are rendering all intelligent thoughts out the window.
At first, it’s just Jimin rolling his hips into the cotton sheets beneath him, body chasing the friction it provides. He works himself up that way, hips circling slowly, his cock hardening against the fabric of his sleepwear. Lazy, languid grinds that make his body rush with white hot pleasure. He pants into the pillow, eyes rolling back as he finally gives in.
Eventually his inner omega demands something inside of him. While mindless humping could feel good, the thought of being full and bred washes over him.
Jimin squirms, moaning when he arches off the bed to tug his pants off, shirt already strewn somewhere on the floor.
He wastes no time, knees hitting the mattress as his ass sticks up in the air, already glistening with a lewd sheen of slick between his cheeks, trickling down his thighs. One hand clutches the bed sheets as the other pushes past his rim and eagerly works himself open.
He muffles a moan into the pillow, eyes fluttering shut to relish in the feeling. It’s not enough, but it will suffice until Yoongi gets here.
Yoongi.
At the thought of the alpha, Jimin shocks himself with the whimper he lets out, wishing it was him who was making him feel good.
“Alpha…” He calls for him helplessly, just praying that this can hold him over. He pops a second finger into the mix and tries to ignore the fiery want for Yoongi’s cock.
He’s scissoring his fingers with a fervor, wrist cramping at the uncomfortable position he’s been working himself open in for ten minutes. His own dick bobs between his legs achingly hard, precum drooling out the tip in a silent cry to be touched.
His inner omega can’t even cum from this alone, something that Jimin would have no problem with in previous heats. He supposes the bond he has with Yoongi is what makes this one so unbearable compared to before. He needs his alpha. He needs his knot. None of this will satisfy him.
Another moan falls past his lips, louder this time as he tries to desperately make this enough. His jaw locks, the obscene squelch of his fingers slipping in and out of him at rapid speed fills the air while he tries to chase a release that only runs further away from him the more he concentrates.
His teeth grit together, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to focus.
“Yoongi…” He growls under his breath, starting to grow impatient. His cock twitches in agreement that he is to blame.
He stops entirely, spent and lacking any sort of satisfaction from his actions. His chest huffs indignantly, glaring at the closed bedroom door.
He whines and writhes in the bed, a tantrum of sorts that helps him let out his frustration for a brief moment. Min Yoongi is going to pay for this.
As if sensing he was being cursed at internally, there’s the distant sound of the front door opening and closing with a thud. The sound of things being carried inside– paper grocery bags rustling, something heavy being placed down. He hears Yoongi cough, and that’s all the confirmation he needs that it’s his mate downstairs.
“Yoongi,” He calls out in a strung out tone, “Need you.”
“I’m here.” Yoongi’s voice calls back, so calm and collected. He’s entirely unaware of the turmoil Jimin’s facing.
Annoyed, Jimin lets out a whine, dramatic and drawn out as he stays in bed. If Yoongi doesn’t drop whatever he’s doing and just fuck him already, he’s going to start to actually cry.
Sensing the neediness in his voice, Yoongi’s footsteps hastily carry him up the stairs.
“I’m here, baby, I’m sorry. There was–” Yoongi swings their bedroom door open and immediately rushes to apologize, not expecting to see the omega already naked and tangled in the sheets of their bed.
He looks at Jimin for a moment, blinking as he drops the explanation on his lips and instead focuses on the smell of want that bleeds into the room. Jimin is horny. His heat already hit. It’s in full swing, actually. A sticky-warm scent of peaches and honey that’s potent enough to cloud all rational thought about the situation hangs heavy in the air.
“Knot me.” The omega urges him, voice far from sweet. He’s irritated, fisting the sheets in anguish as he grits, “Fucking do something already.”
Yoongi doesn’t have to be told twice, hands working his clothes to come undone in quick succession, cursing under his breath when Jimin moans at the flash of skin from the alpha. The slightest bit of nudity enough to stir something inside of him.
Jimin’s pleading eyebrows string up, desperately wanting him to hurry as he twists in the bed until he can present his ass properly. Primal reflexes taking over, begging an alpha to take him. Not just any alpha– his alpha, his mate, the only one able to satisfy him.
Yoongi might combust. His own scent already laced with arousal only amplifies in tenfold. He’s so weak for the omega.
To make matters worse, Jimin’s hips wiggle, beckoning him. He pants into the pillow beneath him, one cheek squished against it as his half lidded eyes blink over his delicate shoulder to burn into Yoongi’s from across the room. Still frustrated, still untouched. Like a moth to a flame, he gives in with no hesitation.
“I’m here, I’ve got you.” Yoongi hurries onto the bed.
He was hoping it wouldn’t hit so soon, he thought he would still have time to discuss the specifics of Jimin’s wants and needs during his heats when he’d come home. He was glaringly wrong, and now he’s going to pay the price.
It’s not that they’ve never discussed their heats and ruts before. It’s come up in brief conversations over the course of their relationship, but Yoongi wanted to have a plan. Something to keep them from getting spent too soon, he can only hope that Jimin can pace himself.
His knees dip into the mattress and join his husband with a reassuring hand on his head, petting the hair softly to try and soothe him.
What he does not expect is the omega to take a firm hold of his wrist, iron grip and all, while swinging himself around so he can straddle and pin the alpha to the bed.
Realistically, Yoongi should be worried that somehow Jimin’s gained the strength of a thousand men from his heat, but he is instead only turned on by this.
“Jimin, what’re you–“
His words are silenced by Jimin’s hands gripping his pecs to pin him down.
“Shut up and be useful.” He barks, adjusting his hips until Yoongi’s tip finds his entrance.
“Need to prep you first.” Yoongi goes to do just that when Jimin swats his hand away.
“Already did that.” Jimin snaps, “Had a lot of time to warm up while you were gone.”
The bitterness in his tone does not go unnoticed but the alpha cannot explain himself when Jimin slides down onto his length in one single swoop. The warmth of Jimin clenching around him steals the breath from his lungs. All explanations go out the window in favor of his jaw going slack, choking on a moan caught in his throat.
The omega’s eyes roll back, head craned as he moans loudly into the air at the depraved satisfaction his cock provides. The itch of being full finally scratched.
Yoongi doesn’t know if he’s going to survive his mate’s heat, Jimin’s unhinged. He loves it.
The omega sets his own pace, short bounces that make him moan every time he bottoms out, hungry for release. Yoongi relishes in the sight, his own lips parted as he tries his best to match his own thrusts with Jimin’s.
The buck of his own hips added into the mix has Jimin’s body keeling, slowly finding himself bending closer and closer to Yoongi’s chest. With his hands still bracing himself on the alpha’s shoulders, he digs his nails into the skin.
“Fuck…” Yoongi mutters under his breath, his hand snakes to Jimin’s waist, going further down to grab a handful of his ass.
Jimin doesn’t let him savor the moment too long, smacking his hand away with a growl. A low noise that is purely instinct. God, Yoongi’s cock twitches inside of the omega at the sound. Jimin’s so hot when he’s mad, so fucking sexy it’s unfair.
“No.” Jimin moves lightning fast, taking Yoongi’s wrists and pinning them above his head. His eyes fix on Yoongi’s and he looks damn near possessed.
“I’m using you.” Jimin spells it out for him, still fucking himself down onto his length, enjoying the way he fills him up.
Yoongi’s face contorts into pleasure, eyebrows scrunching together as he nods. He can just watch, that’s more than enough. How dare he even fathom doing more than that. He’s already so undeserving of the beautiful omega on top of him. Jimin keeps one hand on the alpha’s wrists, his other finds the headboard for leverage.
“Fuck, use me, Jimin.” He pants into the air, borderline whimpering the words out. “I’m all yours.”
The urge to touch and feel starts to take its toll on him the moment he’s left to simply observe. Salivating at the sight of Jimin’s thighs, muscles taut with the motion as he bounces on his dick with a vengeance. The way his skin glows all over with a sheen of sweat, a stray bead trickling down his chest and over the soft definition of his abs that expand with each baited breath. How that same bead gets lost in the stubble of his happy trail, leading Yoongi to the omega’s untouched, glorious pink cock that bobs with every bounce. He’s irresistible.
He takes and takes and Yoongi lets him, God, he doesn’t even fight it. He likes this side of Jimin, it’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. Sure, Jimin tends to lead when they’re in bed, something that most alphas would never allow. Yoongi always loved that, though. He loved obeying his omega, worshiping him, and this is no different. He watches the omega like a devout saint who worships a divine being.
His eyes drink in the sight of Jimin on top of him, sweat rolling down his brow as he changes the pace into a grind. The sensual roll of his hips is slow at first, deliberate as he gets the hang of it. Yoongi can’t hide the broken moan that falls from his lips.
Jimin echoes his satisfaction, free hand reaching up to brush his hair from his face that’s tousled about.
“You can’t do that to me,” Jimin decides to speak, Yoongi dazed and lost in the pleasure, “Ever again.”
“Do…” Yoongi’s eyes scrunch shut as he feels Jimin clench around him.
Mind in a million places, none of which are sane. In fact, all of his thoughts lead back to Jimin. Jimin’s ass, Jimin’s scent, the feel of his rough hands restraining his wrists, of his voice so thick with lust and desire.
“Do what?” He musters up, pathetically invested in what he’s doing to him.
“Make me wait.”
“Never again. Holy– fuh– Jimin. M’sorry, baby.” Yoongi babbles out his apology, wanting Jimin to forgive him. It’s not his fault the pack wasn’t properly prepared for the unexpected heat. He had to adjust some schedules and then he couldn’t find Taehyung, things took a turn and he had to try and figure it out before leaving for the next few days. All of these excuses do not make it past his parted lips, too enthralled in the sight before him. In how Jimin feels around him. He can’t think properly.
Jimin nods, a stern thing meant to show he’s still grumpy about it but it’s enough for now. Because right now, he needs Yoongi’s knot like a drowning person needs air to breathe.
“How can I make it better, baby?” Yoongi slowly thrusts into him, the omega’s pleasure seeping out of him as it shows on his wrecked face. “Hm? What can your alpha do so you’ll forgive me?”
Jimin’s eyes flutter shut and he ignores the question in favor of rolling his hips in time to Yoongi’s own, a sensual pace that has him humming in content.
“Alpha…” Jimin pants, echoing the sentiment that had seemed to stick from Yoongi’s words. He wets his lips.
“Yes, your alpha.” Yoongi rasps, correcting him so tenderly.
“Mmm,” Jimin preens, “My alpha, my Yoongi.”
“Yes, that’s me.” He utters back, his tongue darts over his lips and he rakes over Jimin’s body once more. “And you're my perfect omega. Right, Jimin?”
A moan falls past Jimin’s lips in a dreamy sigh, liking the way Yoongi talks to him.
“Gonna use me, hm?” Yoongi punctuates his sentence with a slightly harder thrust, watching in satisfaction as Jimin teeters from the impact.
“Yeah…” Jimin nods, licking his lips. His eyes find Yoongi’s, glossed over with lust. “Gonna… ah…”
He gets caught up in the pleasure before he can finish, Yoongi’s thrusts upping the pace as Jimin’s inner omega cries out for release.
“Gonna what?” Yoongi eggs him on, a teasing lilt to his low voice while Jimin loses all sense of sanity in the chase for release.
“Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, Jimin?” He pants, earning a lewd sob of a moan from the man on top of him. “Gonna take my knot, hm? Fuck you full of my seed? Don’t you want my pups, Jimin?”
The long whine he receives in return is satisfying, Jimin’s scent pulses through the room in thick, intoxicating agreement.
“Knot.” Jimin fixates on what his body is screaming for, desperate as he slams himself down. “Need it. Knot me. Ngh… Yoongi… give it to me…”
Yoongi’s knot hasn’t swelled to its full potential yet, but that’s not stopping Jimin. The omega glowers down at the alpha’s crotch, a deep growl stirring in his chest as he sees his alpha isn’t listening.
Jimin’s jaw locks, taking offense to this, and Yoongi’s eyes flash with astonished admiration when he sees the omega brace himself, both hands flying to the headboard as his knees find purchase on each side of Yoongi’s waist. He fucks down onto him with a persistent growl ripping from his throat.
Yoongi feels more of Jimin’s slick trail down his balls and he’s moaning helplessly into the air. Overwhelmed in the best way as he watches the scene unfold. His omega desperately needs his knot, so passionate about it that he’s resorted to fucking it out of him.
It’s that very thought that makes his knot swell up, combined with sight of Jimin’s ass pounding down onto him, thigh muscles straining, cheeks jiggling. He pants, jaw dropping.
“Gonna cum…” He warns thickly.
Jimin huffs, eyes shooting down to see Yoongi’s knot and how Jimin’s rim cannot seem to get it through. Frustrated yet again, he grunts.
“Knot me, alpha.” He slams down, trying to push it in so he can finally get what he deserves. Like a mantra he repeats the process, “Knot me. Knot me.”
Jimin is hungry for it, and Yoongi can see the instincts take over in the way he’s desperately begging for his knot like his life depends on it. So needy for him.
To his surprise, his knot swells a bit more at this realization, and Jimin lets out a crooning whine of annoyance at this setback.
“Fuck you,” Jimin pants, glowering at Yoongi with passion in his eyes. “Fuck you and your stupidly big cock.”
Despite his irritation, he’s quickly throwing his head back into a moan when Yoongi starts to move and try to make the knot catch. Close, he’s so close. God, Jimin’s driving him mad.
“Give. Me. Your. Knot.” Jimin meets his hips in a filthy slap of skin, each time inching his way down his cock until the final word has him stretched beyond belief and with a satisfying high pitched wail he manages to get the knot to catch.
“Haaaah!” Jimin cries out, his own cock spurts stripes of cum across Yoongi’s chest, his knuckles burning white where he clutches the headboard for dear life.
He’s so full. Yoongi’s cock twitches inside of him as his warm seed spills and spills. It’s a relief unlike any other, an orgasm that has Yoongi’s head thrown back as he moans. His vision turns spotty, his heart racing. The familiar lingering buzz of his release that makes his muscles relax and chest heave.
“Fuck…” Yoongi pants, staring at the omega who’s so sated and proud of their accomplishment.
“Mmm…” Jimin only tortures Yoongi further and wiggles his hips, enjoying the slight tug of his knot since it’s stuck inside of him.
Sensitive, Yoongi chokes on a moan.
“So full…” Jimin sighs in content. Still, he doesn’t relent on his movement. While he may not be able to lift himself up and down anymore, his hips grind in small circles against his pelvis.
“Jimin, shit…” Yoongi can’t explain how his cock is still recovering, his knot is going to be swollen for a good ten minutes. He can’t start so soon. He wills himself to sit up, trying to reason with him.
“I’m still–“
“Stay down.” Jimin’s hand flies to his chest, leveraging the alpha back where he was with a soft gasp at the way Yoongi’s cock twitches weakly with the motion.
“Not enough.” Jimin explains under his breath, testing the water as he rocks himself back and forth in a minuscule manner.
Yoongi’s dick is so pathetically whipped for the omega, he just came a moment ago, and yet the friction has him hissing in selfish indulgence. It hurts so good.
“Not enough?” Yoongi echoes back in confusion.
“Need your cum.” Jimin explains, robbing Yoongi of any rational thought. “All of it.”
“Jimin…” He groans, head tossed back in disarray. “I’m still in you. My knot–“
“Shh…” Jimin just soothes him, “I’ll be careful.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He breathes, allowing the omega to do as he pleases. So long as he’s careful, this is fine. It’s doable, and although he’s sensitive from his recent orgasm, his cock is already responding to Jimin’s tight warmth that clenches around him.
It’s Jimin’s heat, and Yoongi would be a fool to deny him the pleasure his body deserves. Besides, he can’t deny the way his over-sensitivity has arousal coursing through him at lightning speed.
The crossroads where pain meets pleasure is a fine line that Yoongi doesn’t mind toying with. Especially when he’s left pliant under Jimin, his mind woozy with post-orgasm bliss while he admires the omega.
Jimin only worries about himself, and Yoongi doesn’t blame him when he sees that the omegas dick is already worked up into another hard on.
True to his word, he doesn’t act recklessly. His hips swivel in a delicious drag of pleasure, thanks to the tension of Yoongi’s length stuck inside him, the friction of his cock grinding against his walls. He hums, finding his sweet spot when Yoongi’s tip prods deep inside him.
“Right there…” He sighs in relief.
Yoongi licks his lips, feels the threshold of pain seep into the aching pleasure as his cock resurrects itself. Twitching in the omega, who only squeezes back in response. He groans, the sound caught in his throat as he starts to feel his climax building. It doesn’t take much this time, knot already formed and so sensitive it seems to prematurely arrive.
“Jimin,” Yoongi cracks out, straining as he tries his best to get the words out, “M’close.”
He doesn’t get to wind into it, his groin squeezing tight as he feels the thralls of another orgasm wash over him, less overwhelming this time. His length weakly spills more of his cum inside of Jimin. Adding to the already existing mess he made earlier.
“Ngh, alpha!” Jimin groans in bliss, milking it out of him with every clench and slight rock of his hips.
Yoongi doesn’t know if he’ll survive this, but he honestly would be happy to die in his clutches. Jimin’s eyes are hungry, and he’ll gladly let the omega eat him alive.
Jimin doesn’t have any other desires except to be fucked into oblivion. Yoongi has to will the omega to eat in between their hours of sex, promising to make it as quick as possible. He doesn’t bother with fancy meals, going straight to the pantry for smoked meats and dried fruits. He keeps a pitcher of water on standby, nursing a cup to Jimin’s lips whenever they finish another round.
He’s had to get creative, now that they’re on the home stretch he can’t simply knot him every single time. He’s learned to coax orgasms out of him in other ways, eating him out, sucking him off. He even has Jimin ride his thighs. The nights are long, but pleasurable beyond compare.
Yoongi tends to the chore of changing the bed sheets once more while Jimin is asleep on the couch downstairs. He can tell they’re slowly waning out of his heat, Jimin’s arousal is not as demanding. While it lingers in his scent, he doesn’t seem as restless as before.
Yoongi bunches up the dirtied, old sheets and tosses them in the corner of the room, the air in here is heavy with the stench of sweat and cum. He can smell Jimin’s heat palpably. An ambery twist on his usual sweet scent that even now, still elicits Yoongi’s blood to rush to his cock.
He’s slipping the last corner of the new sheets onto the mattress, wondering how the hell he’s going to entertain Jimin for one more day, when the omega’s voice croons from downstairs.
“Yoongi…” His tone is soft, a needy plea for attention.
He’s learned it’s best not to delay, having learned his lesson the first day, he abandons his task in favor of finding the omega.
Curled up on the living room couch, wearing Yoongi’s hanbok, Jimin lies awake from his brief nap this afternoon.
“Wanna eat something?” Yoongi tries to push the idea of eating into his head, hoping he’ll comply.
Jimin just pouts, looking adorably grumpy, his cheek squished against the throw pillow as he shakes his head.
“The bed’s not made, can’t go there yet.” Yoongi warns, knowing that Jimin probably intends on starting the umpteenth round.
“Let’s try and eat first, yeah?” He coerces gently.
Jimin relents, luckily more satiated than when they started this, he can actually hold off on doing the deed.
The omega doesn’t even have to ask, Yoongi’s arm already slips under his body to scoop him up off the couch. Like clockwork, Jimin’s legs wrap around his hips and nuzzles into his neck. With his free hand Yoongi grabs the embroidered throw pillow he was sleeping on, carrying it with him.
“M’starting to…” Jimin mumbles, sleep still burdening him as his brain goes foggy. When he rubs his eyes he continues, “Feel normal again.”
“Mm, still smell like you’re in heat.” Yoongi hates to tell Jimin that he’s not quite finished.
“M’sore.” Jimin complains, and maybe he is almost back to his usual self but Yoongi knows he’s got another round or two left in him. He’ll need to knot him one final time and maybe then his inner omega will be satisfied.
“I know, baby.” He soothes, gently placing him at the dining room table, he slips the throw pillow he grabbed onto the wooden seat to make it more comfortable for him.
“It’s almost over.” He tries to appease his husband.
He slips into the kitchen in the next room over, seeing as Jimin is a little more patient he dares to start a kettle for some tea, then proceeds to prepare a real meal too.
“You’re not sick of me yet?” Jimin asks glumly from the other room.
Yoongi shoots him a cross look over his shoulder, finding the omega draped over the back of the chair. His arms are hugging the top, cheek resting against them as he watches Yoongi prepare everything.
“I am more than happy to help you through this, Jimin.” He spells it out to him earnestly, his hands work to slice some bread off of their weekly loaf.
“But I’m a lot to handle.” Jimin pouts. “I… I don’t remember much from the past few days but what I do recall is…a lot.”
There’s no doubt that Jimin’s heat was a bit chaotic, especially the first day. But Yoongi had his time to adjust, learned what Jimin’s inner omega needed as things progressed. Sure, Jimin’s instincts were primal and rather ceaseless but that is to be expected. Yoongi is the same during his ruts.
He snorts, shaking his head.
“I’m enjoying myself, Jimin.” He clarifies, offering him an honest grin, “Do not sit there and act like you having endless sex with me is torturous. Quite the opposite, really.”
Jimin timidly lets up, hiding his face as he admits defeat.
Yoongi whips together two sandwiches with a plethora of meats and veggies, much needed sustenance. He even manages to steep some tea, a brew he picked up when Jimin’s heat first hit and he ran some last minute errands. The physician recommended a raspberry tea that supposedly eases omegas through their cycle, makes the transition smoother.
When he sets the meal in front of Jimin, the omega thanks him under his breath. He’s still groggy, eyes drooping shut every now and then in between slow bites of his sandwich. Yoongi scarfs his own dish down with little savoring, just happy to get some proper food in his stomach.
Jimin gingerly sips at his tea when he’s finished his food, now sitting with his knees pulled to his chest, he cups the drink in both hands and tries to settle the familiar stir in his groin.
He knows it’s probably just as annoying as he thinks it is, having already done it so many times that he’d think his inner omega’s thirst was quenched, but alas.
He fights it, wills his body to hold on so he can give himself a proper break.
“You need to go again?” Yoongi reads him like an open book from across the table, one brow quirked up.
“M’fine.”
“I can smell you, Jimin.” Yoongi teases, smirk pursing on his lips as he pushes his chair out to collect their dishes.
“Ugh.” The omega laments, “I’m too tired.”
“We’ll take it slow.” Yoongi eases his worries with that deep calm voice of his, the faint clinking of dishes being set in the sink.
He returns with a gentle hand running through Jimin’s hair, nestling in the strands in the back so he can place a reassuring kiss on the omega’s temple.
“Your alpha will take care of you.” He coaxes tenderly, thumb massaging his scalp in slow circles. “What do you say? Will you let your alpha make you feel good?”
“You’re the best.” Jimin utters, lips puckering and asking for a kiss, pleased when he gets what he wants. Their lips slide together, warm and soft.
He murmurs against the alpha’s mouth, “How did I get so lucky?”
“Come on.” Yoongi slips his hands to the omega’s thighs, lifting him with a soft grunt.
The omega latches on with a giddy grin, nose finding the man’s neck to scent him.
He carries him back upstairs, nudging their bedroom door open with his hip so he can ever so delicately lay Jimin against their bed.
In the past few days, Jimin can vaguely recall the deplorable acts done on this bed, but now it feels different. Slower. More controlled. There’s no rush to what they’re doing this time.
Jimin scoots himself up so his head can find the nearest pillow, pleased to find Yoongi’s pine and cedarwood drenched in the fabric, he hums, content.
With a slight creak of the mattress, Yoongi crawls up to meet him, lazily slipping onto his side so he can admire Jimin like this. He’s wearing Yoongi’s hanbok, draped in the cobalt blue fabric, top lazily tied around him. The alpha’s scent purposefully laced in every crevice of the hanbok, a soothing scent for the restless omega amidst the thralls of his heat the past few days. That way, whenever Yoongi needed to prepare some food or wash up or do chores around the house, his omega could find comfort in his scent.
A featherlight finger traces Jimin’s cheekbone, the alpha’s eyes drinking in the sight of him like the gorgeous masterpiece he is.
“You’re beautiful.” He shares under his breath, hand cupping the omega’s jaw.
Jimin can’t hide the blush that dusts his cheeks, especially when Yoongi tilts his head up to meet his, bringing their lips together. He takes the lead, drawing little sighs out of Jimin’s lips with every tilt of his head and lick of his tongue.
They’ve had nights like this before, where they’re tangled in the sheets, hands wandering each other’s bodies with tender grips and soothing circles, feeling not just for arousal’s sake– but to memorize each curve and dip of skin.
However this still manages to feel different than those particular sleepless nights, knowing what an exhausting few days they’ve both been through, this gentle push and pull serves as a much needed change of pace.
Their breathing syncs, deep inhales followed by slow exhales that fan their breaths over parted lips before diving in for more. Sensual and relaxed.
“My omega…” Yoongi murmurs against his lips, toying with him as he noses his way down his neck, “God, you’re perfect.”
Yoongi’s praises always make Jimin turn into putty in the alpha’s hands, and this is no different. He melts into the bed, craning his neck to silently accept what he’s willing to give.
The invitation is all the alpha needs before he peppers kisses up and down his neck, nibbling under his ear, then lapping at the hickey he’s created. Jimin hums, hands blindly tugging the knot of Yoongi’s jeogori undone.
The alpha’s hand calmly closes around Jimin’s wrist, “Don’t push yourself. We’ll go slow.”
“I know,” Jimin affirms softly, breath hitching in his throat when Yoongi’s teeth drag deliciously over his scent gland. “Just wanna feel you.”
“Okay.” He agrees, letting Jimin push his top off his shoulders.
The omega uses this time of being scented with utmost care to touch every surface of Yoongi’s exposed skin, gliding over the alphas arms, every curve and ripple of muscle making him moan selfishly into the air.
A familiar tug in his groin awakens when he squeezes Yoongi’s bicep and emits the low gravelly hum he loves so much from the alpha’s lips.
He explores further, hands dancing across pecs and the way his abdomen flexes under his touch before he moves around his chest, eager for more.
Yoongi’s broad shoulders always make Jimin’s belly erupt with fluttering butterflies of excitement. Unable to help the way his mind wanders to their many nights spent with Jimin’s nails digging into the muscly flesh, letting the alpha ravage him and vice versa.
Yoongi’s tongue laps at his handiwork, satisfied with the markings he’s made and the way Jimin’s scent is blanketed in his own pine and cedarwood.
Unable to resist returning the favor, Jimin’s leg hooks around Yoongi’s left side, anchoring their hips together.
“My turn.” He decides, already burying his nose into Yoongi’s scent gland.
He mouths along his neck, smiling to himself when his own peachy scent starts to sink into the alpha’s skin, meshing the two together with every press against the gland.
Yoongi’s hand snakes to Jimin’s top, deft fingers pulling the knot loose in one seamless tug.
“Can I?” He whispers, fiddling with the collar.
“Please.” Jimin returns, body already flushed with his heat and the ever growing tension in the room.
Permission granted, Yoongi’s hand slips under his jeogori, too lazy to fully strip it off, instead dancing across his collarbone in a torturously light touch. He takes his time tracing the divot where the bone sits, memorizing it.
“Jimin…” Yoongi’s voice rasps in satisfaction when the man beside him rakes his teeth on his scent gland.
With his actions comes his consequences, Yoongi’s musky scent bleeds into the air, thick with arousal.
Like clockwork, Jimin’s body reacts. A hot flash that spreads from head to toe, settling in his crotch as his own dick twitches and his slick starts a slow trail through his cheeks, nestling against his balls and sticking wetly to his underwear.
Reflexively, he arches, seeking relief by bringing his hips to Yoongi’s, only for the friction there to send him keening. His cock drags against the man’s thigh deliciously slow.
“Mmh…” He fails to stifle his moan, mid-kiss against the alpha’s throat.
Ever so slightly he grinds against his thigh again, more intentional this time, chasing the pleasure his body wants so badly.
He stops his ministrations on Yoongi’s neck, too distracted by the sinful drag of his cock as he presses it against the alpha’s leg.
“Does that feel good? Hm?” Yoongi teases gently, catching on to his antics, smirk palpable even as Jimin nuzzles into his neck, fixated on his own pleasure.
“Want some help?” He offers, hand providing the friction he needs by clamping over his hip, aiding him in every push and pull against him.
The guttural noise Jimin lets out is borderline embarrassing, heat creeping onto his ears and neck as he ruts against his alpha with no rhyme or reason. Just pure desperation.
Jimin’s ass is still sore from the thralls of his heat, even with each delicious, downright filthy slide of his groin he still feels the familiar dull ache of his rim.
He whimpers, “Yoongi…”
“Mm?”
“Wanna cum.” He blurts, hoping to get the last fix his inner omega so uncompromisingly seeks.
“Yeah?” Yoongi’s soothing voice dotes as Jimin’s head nuzzles itself into his neck.
With a slight tilt of his hips, Yoongi’s crotch presses to Jimin’s front, the undeniable warm bulge that makes itself known steals a breathy gasp from his lungs.
His head emerges from where he had tucked it into Yoongi’s throat, blinking up at him through his long lashes, the glassy sheen of want that coats his doe eyes.
“Hah…” Jimin ruts against him with more fervor, fire coiling in his belly, “Want your knot… please…”
There, low in his chest, he can feel the last twinge of his heat stirring and swelling, scent pushing waves of heady peaches and honey into the air, hoping to attract his mate to want him just as bad. Instinctive, pure temptation he needs Yoongi’s knot.
“I’ll give it to you.” Yoongi promises, still being so sweet to him. He places a kiss to the omega’s cheek before gently guiding him onto his back.
With his limbs landing onto the mattress, he’s reminded once again how tired he is, succumbing to the comfort as he watches Yoongi shed his pants, having had Jimin’s help with his jeogori earlier.
With the lack of Yoongi’s attention on him, Jimin takes that matter into his own hands. He slowly peels open his top, letting it flash his chest out in the open, too tired to bother taking it off.
His fingertips caress his own skin in tantalizing swirls, eyes locked on Yoongi who’s tugging his bottoms off halfheartedly, too distracted by Jimin to notice he’s stopped halfway down his thighs. No longer invested in the task, his eyebrows raise, urging Jimin to keep going.
The omega preens at the undivided attention, bottom lip raked between his teeth as he brings one hand to his right nipple, pinching it. He wriggles his hips, other hand palming his throbbing erection through his hanbok, moaning from the pleasure the simple touch provides.
Yoongi’s tongue swipes across his own lips, hunger painting his features into something hardened.
“Alpha… Yoongi…” Jimin pleads, wanting him to do something, but not exactly sure what.
“I’m here.” He tosses his bottoms off, shifting so he can bracket Jimin’s thighs, his cock hangs between his legs heavy and hard. The tip red with pent up frustration at being ignored thus far.
Jimin’s mouth salivates at the sight of it. Flicking his gaze up to the man to find him already catching him ogling it.
“What?” Yoongi tilts his head, feigning obliviousness as he brings a hand to his cock and strokes it, purposefully slow.
“Alpha…” Jimin whimpers, already on the brink of insanity with his lack of initiative.
He wants him so bad, but Yoongi’s playing the long game. His own dick throbs with the need to be stretched open and knotted like his inner omega deserves.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He coaxes the words out of him so connivingly sweet, smirking as he works his fist up and down his length.
Jimin swallowed his pride long ago so the admission comes easily, “Knot me.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please.” He whispers, tears starting to well just from the sheer desperation coursing through him, his hand palming himself squeezes shamelessly around his erection.
“So needy.” He teases, sounding nothing short of endearing as he, nevertheless, abides to his wishes.
His fingers lock around Jimin’s bottoms, tugging them down with care. Taking his time to cherish every inch of his skin the action reveals.
“Fucking beautiful.” He praises, mouthing down one of Jimin’s hips, then his thigh, stopping at his knee.
Jimin’s heat-laden scent unabashedly pours into the air, preening as he lets Yoongi discard his bottoms.
“My omega.” He presses his lips to the omega’s once he’s found his way back up, hovering over him, he releases their kiss with a soft smack, “You’re perfect.”
As always, whenever Yoongi tells him this, his heart swells and soars. He looks up at him with the brightest of stars swimming in his eyes, so, so enamored with his alpha and how he, too, is perfect.
“Let me stretch you.” The alpha proposes, thumb rubbing soothing circles against Jimin’s hip as they share eager tongue-ridden kisses.
“Don’t need it.” Jimin murmurs against his mouth, knowing full well that his body has long since adjusted to Yoongi’s dick the past few days. In fact, the man knotted him this morning.
He’s sore as can be, the last thing he needs is unnecessary preparation to add to that ache.
“Are you sure?” Yoongi presses on the subject, eyes careful as they search for any discrepancies.
Jimin nods, smiling up at him.
“Just need you.” He assures, his own hand finding Yoongi’s length, stroking it eagerly.
“And your knot.” He quips on matter-of-factly, his own body reacting with a gush of slick wetting the fresh sheets beneath him, the sickeningly sweet scent of ripe peaches making itself known.
“Fucking–“ Yoongi cuts his own words off, riled up at the mere scent of him. Restraint teetering, stifling back a moan as he tastes Jimin’s lips once more. His hunger multiplies by the second, inner alpha roaring at his mate’s unwavering desire for him. Even after all this time, it’s still Jimin, and it’s still Yoongi.
“You said you’d take care of me…” Jimin murmurs, legs spreading to welcome the alpha in, he looks up through his wet lashes, “Please, alpha.”
He’d be a fool to say no.
Yoongi doesn’t rush, though, because he knows that while Jimin’s inner omega has its insatiable urges running wild in his mind, Jimin has to be treated with tender care. Unlike the rampant sexual desire to claim and fuck that they’ve both been shamelessly indulging in, this is vastly different.
He dips down and captures Jimin’s lips, working his mouth open with lazy swipes of his tongue and the occasional breathy moan. Helping provide a distraction while he pumps his own length and presses his tip to Jimin’s entrance. The rim puffy and an angry red with the last few days’ endeavors.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.” The alpha whispers.
A small nod, Jimin humming against his lips, “I will.”
He inches inside ever so slowly, hoping to ease the pain in some way. He kisses away every whimper from Jimin’s lips.
“Too much?”
Jimin’s eyes are teary when they blink up at him, but he shakes his head.
“No. It feels good, I’m…” A stuttering breath, “I’m okay.”
Yoongi glances down to his cock that works gentle thrusts into Jimin, hardly even pulling out before his length slips back in. Already close, his knot slowly swelling at the base of his cock.
It’s slow and it’s passionate, as the late afternoon sun streams through the parted white linen curtains– hand embroidered with little swirling green vines along the bottom, Jimin’s doing. The sunlight dances over the hills of their sheets, painting strips of their skin golden.
Jimin brings a hand to Yoongi’s back, feeling the ridges of his scars, long since healed and silver-white in color, they still etch down his shoulders and spine, stopping at the dimples in his back. The promises they hold are still uplifted.
It’s a matter of time before Jimin’s mind blurs the lines between pain and pleasure, each press of the alpha’s hips morphing his winces into soft, staccato moans.
“That’s it…” Yoongi relishes in the sight beneath him, grinding deeply with an encouraging nod. “Make those pretty little sounds for me again, baby.”
And Jimin does, as the fire burns within him, that familiar tightness in his groin building with each languid drag of Yoongi’s dick inside of him.
“Fuck, I’m close.” The alpha shares under his breath, knot ready to latch.
“Please…” Jimin pants, overwhelmed despite the slow pace of it all, on the brink of his own release that he chases, pulse picking up speed.
“I got you. I’m here.” Yoongi’s one hand stops bracketing the side of his head in favor of finding Jimin’s hand that’s fisting the sheets for refuge.
Their fingers intertwine, each thrust more persistent than the first, as they both succumb to their much needed orgasms.
“Yoongi, fuck, I…” Jimin’s eyebrows string together, eyes scrunched tight. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Yoongi returns with no hesitation, squeezing their hands laced together, breathless as he pants, “So much, Jimin. I love you so much.”
Jimin lets instinct take the reins, as his alpha’s knot finally catches and the man clenches his jaw with a barely muffled moan. The omega’s orgasm follows, coupled with his mouth clamping over Yoongi’s healed mating bite, pushing his scent into his bloodstream once more with a muffled moan.
Yoongi’s cum spills inside of him with a jolt of his hips and a broken, near-euphoric moan of relief.
Jimin’s own release sticks to their stomachs, smearing and stringing between one another as their chests heave.
His head thumps onto the down-feather pillow, relief flushing through his system, whatever fogged his brain letting up ever so slightly.
“You did so well.” Yoongi assures him, kissing the omega’s temple.
He’s so tired, he can’t even muster up a response, just lets his eyes fall shut and hums happily when Yoongi cleans them up.
Jimin doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he knows that when the time comes, he’ll be just as dependable during Yoongi’s rut.
Yoongi’s rut sneaks up on him. Early March breaking its way into the less harsh winter season, his birthday just around the corner. Either way, he doesn’t notice his rut until it’s too late.
He sits in the meeting hall, Jimin taking the initiative and carrying the meeting out with his usual firm manner. Yoongi skims their progress report for the last month of rationing their kills, hibernation should break next month and they won’t have to worry about if they preserved enough meat to feed the village.
“We can always see if the Lee pack would be willing to trade some of their resources,” Jimin offers the idea, flipping through parchments until he finds the log he needed, “We gave them a surplus of rice at the beginning of the year when they were struggling, perhaps we can settle their debt by getting a shipment of meats.”
“I can see if they’re able.” A beta scribes away, taking on the task.
“Perfect.” Jimin doesn’t dwell on it much longer, “Now, we need to discuss the spring plans for renovating the school, we’ve gathered some volunteers who…”
Yoongi’s mind drifts away, finding interest in the omega’s side profile beside him. How his eyes stay focused and determined to get to the bottom of things. His nose that still has a small pink hue from the late winter wind that whistles outside. His lips, full and plump. God, his lips.
He trails his gaze to the omega’s jaw, watching the muscle clench when listening to an alpha’s question, one he probably already answered but the woman wasn’t paying attention to.
Then Jimin’s neck, his mating bite healed and on display for him to admire. He thinks fleetingly about jumping from his seat to devour the omega, licking and nipping at his neck while he pulls those soft sounds he loves so much out of Jimin’s precious lips.
Before he can help himself, his body reacts, a low growl rumbles from his chest and cuts through the meeting like a knife.
“Head Alpha,” Jimin says cautiously, trying to save face and use honorifics, his wide eyes trying to ask him why the hell he just felt the need to do such a thing. “Is everything alright?”
Yoongi’s face heats up, but he doesn’t shy away. His eyes gloss over, fighting the way his body gets washed with an all too familiar hot flash. His jaw ticks, trying to wordlessly explain himself to Jimin by raising his brow ever so slightly.
“Head Alpha…” A council man, an alpha no less, pipes up meekly from beside him, “Your scent.”
The room stills, Jimin’s nose daring to do what nobody else will and lean into his husband’s personal space and get a lungful of his pheromones.
Pine and cedarwood sticks around his presence like a thick fog, seemingly normal until Jimin catches the undertone. Spicy and heavy, the beginnings of a rut-laden musk pushing its way through.
Jimin’s closeness does very little in helping the situation, because when he catches a whiff of the omega’s sweet, familiar scent, another growl comes. This one low, building as he locks eyes with his mate.
His inner alpha has made itself abundantly clear. He’s about to have his rut. In fact, it’s going to hit any minute now.
The omega stares at him, stunned. Before anyone at the table can notice he schools it back into indifference. They cannot make this a big deal, but if they don’t get matters settled in an hour or so, Yoongi might just bend him over and take him right here.
“The meetings adjourned.” Jimin tells the group, “Plan for our absence for the next few days. Sooyoung, you are to stand in for us while we are gone.”
He gathers their papers into a neat stack, dishing orders and ignoring the way Yoongi’s hands curl around the wooden armrests of his chair in self restraint. Clearly, they did not catch his rut fast enough because he’s already succumbing to the want that burns low in his stomach.
“Yes, Head Omega.” Sooyoung agrees with a bow of her head, “I will take good care of the pack while you two are gone.”
The rest at the table seem to catch on with slow nods and parted lips, awkwardly glancing at one another.
“Yoongi,” Jimin doesn’t bother to speak cordially, panic starting to set in as he turns to face him, “Lets go home.”
His hand instinctively finds Yoongi’s bicep to soothe but the contact alone emits another growl, and the alpha takes his hand in his and goes to pull him close. Wants to scent, bite, and take. His behavior is already out of his control, but Jimin is quick to react. He shoots him a warning glance, one he deciphers even as his instincts start to cloud his senses. Behave.
“Please, excuse us.” Jimin can’t hide his worry any more, standing with a loud squeak of his chair.
The council doesn’t move despite the two leaders booking it out of there. Jimin doesn’t even bother with throwing on their cloaks, just rushes to get home. Belongings tucked under his arm while the other tugs Yoongi away.
“God, why didn’t you tell me you’re rut was coming?” Jimin hisses as their feet crunch through snow.
The alpha gets dragged by the arm, trying his best to keep his cool when all he can smell is Jimin. His omega. His. His. His.
“We’ll go home and I’ll check what supplies we have ready, and if I see things we need I’ll run and grab them before it really starts to hit. Okay?”
It’s a decent plan. With the last-minuteness of it all, Jimin has to triple check they’re stocked with what they need. Having learned a bit from last December when his own heat took place, he knows they keep a wash basin on hand for times like these. Still, he doubts they have enough food in the home to last them a few nights fending for themselves.
“Too late.” Yoongi rasps, mindset already starting to go woozy. He can feel his inner alpha stir at the mere mention of separation from his omega and he knows they’re dancing on the precipice.
“Yoongi,” Jimin stresses, frustrated all over again. “This is absurd. How did you not see it coming?”
“I told you I wasn’t feeling well this morning.” He tries to reason, but they both know his scent wasn’t prominent enough to catch either of their noses.
“You’re right.” He utters under his breath, finally seeing their home around the bend.
“We’ll need more firewood, too.” Jimin curses as he remembers, eyes scanning the corner of the porch where only a few pieces remain on standby. They can’t go three nights without proper heating in the winter.
“Go inside.” Jimin doesn’t even dare to enter the house with him, knowing if he crosses that threshold, Yoongi’s not going to let him leave.
The omega slips his cloak over his shoulders, heavy fur finally trapping his body heat to keep him from freezing to death.
Yoongi begrudgingly unlocks the front door, “You’re gonna make me wait?”
Jimin can’t help the haughty laugh that barks out of him, “Consider it a taste of your own medicine.”
He’s off to the markets before his mate can try and coax him into staying, a small smirk on his lips.
Jimin is not as torturously unfair as Yoongi was to him all those months ago for making him wait for over two hours for his return. The omega works swiftly to get all that they need, his arms full of paper bags of groceries and a promised delivery of firewood that will be dropped off by the end of the day. He’s only taken one and a half hours to do what he needs to do.
Still, he cannot help the excitement at what awaits him at home. Ever since his heat, he’s been determined to make sure Yoongi can be taken care of with the same level of affection and love that he gave him.
He knows that ruts are intense.
It is no doubt that heats and ruts share the same purpose– fuck, mate, breed. Primal instincts overpower any and all other needs, clouding one’s mind with the urge to satisfy those sexual desires.
But he also knows how debilitating and exhausting the process is.
His feet thud up their porch steps, sighing a puff of cold air out his full lips, his cheeks are rosy, nose bitten from the wind.
His hand is halfway to the doorknob when it strikes.
His nose lifts. Eyes wide when he realizes.
Yoongi’s scent is strong.
It seeps through the confines of their house and makes itself known at the front door. Pungent and thick with desire, it smells like pure libido and sex. Jimin’s own body reacts to it, like any fertile omega’s would, knees getting weak.
He hurriedly pushes into the home, only getting hit in the face with the scent even more pronounced than it was outside.
“I’m home…” Jimin tries to keep his cool and announce his arrival, even though the woodsy scent has him gnawing on his lower lip to keep a moan from escaping. Slick threatens to leak.
He scurries into the kitchen, just needing to get groceries away and out of his sight. When he thumps the heavy bags onto the counter he lets out a sigh.
There’s muffled footsteps that drag across the floor above him, Yoongi.
Jimin’s heart races at the anticipation for what’s to come, selfishly he feels excited to get all this attention for the next few days. He scrambles to messily get the food that needs to be kept cold into the ice box, the others getting tossed in the pantry.
It’s not hard to tell when Yoongi reaches him, if the alpha’s prevalent scent wasn’t enough to go by, the soft groan of wood beneath each measured step indicates he’s found his mate. The man lingers by the kitchen entrance, watching Jimin from behind and lets out a growl at the sight of him.
The omega jumps a little at the surprising sound, grinning as he throws the last bit of food into the kitchen cabinet, “You scared me.”
Yoongi looks… wrecked.
Jimin finds himself agape at the man’s attire. No hanbok on his upper half, sweat already beading down his temple, hair a mess. It’s obvious he was tugging at the strands to relieve stress while Jimin was gone. His adam’s apple bobs thickly as he assesses Jimin with lidded, burning eyes.
“How do you feel?” Jimin tries to act normal, tries to pretend slick doesn’t slowly trail out of him when he shamelessly checks Yoongi out.
He finishes his task, hands going to his cloak and untying it in a clean pull of the knot, the fabric unravels and he tosses it on the counter to be forgotten.
He sidles closer to Yoongi, watching with siren eyes as the man’s breathing deepens when he approaches. Restraint laced in the alpha’s features.
“You smell good,” He decides to have his own fun with this, smirking as his hand trails to Yoongi’s chest. With his lips inches from his he leans in close and whispers, “Alpha.”
Yoongi’s jaw twitches, his eyes dilate.
“Jimin…” Yoongi’s voice is a wrecked rasp, his body is hot to the touch. He is trying his hardest not to let himself ravage the omega.
“Yes, alpha?” Jimin bats his eyes, feigning obliviousness to the effect it has on him.
Yoongi’s hands ball into fists. He can’t touch him, not yet. His inner alpha stirs impatiently, but he needs to make sure this is all okay first. Before it’s too late. Before he lets instinct take over.
Yoongi swallows dryly, lips staying parted as he breathes through his mouth instead of his nose. The omega’s scent is too sweet, too enticing.
“Jimin, this is not like our usual sex…” He warns in a very low tone, reserved. “I’m going to be rougher than usual, gonna put my needs first.”
Jimin’s eyes glint, excited all over again.
“Mm, I’d like that…” He doesn’t mind it at all, his hole leaks at the thought of it. “I can handle rough, Yoongi.”
“You-“ The alpha clips, his cock starting to twitch in between his legs when he smells Jimin’s slick in the air, eager and ready to begin. He sighs, head falling against the wall behind him, he gets a grip after a long pause.
“You don’t understand, Jimin.” He tensely grits, fighting the clawing pull to go primal. “I think my inner alpha knows your scent, it’s going crazy. I don’t think… I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Mm, I can take it.” Jimin muses, clearly underestimating what Yoongi’s saying.
The omega appreciates the warning, but he’s pretty certain Yoongi doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his body. If anything happens, he’ll handle it. He knows Yoongi’s usually the less proactive one in bed, his ruts must be mild too. Sure, instincts can heighten some of his needs but Jimin’s not concerned in the slightest.
“Yeah?” Yoongi rasps, gaze darker than before. His head tilted down to burn into Jimin’s own. Testing.
Jimin likes this a bit too much, mischief swirling in his seductive eyes, he slots himself up against Yoongi and nods.
“You smell so good right now…” Jimin murmurs, making the first move with an uttered curse before he slams their lips together.
Jimin’s hands paw at Yoongi’s chest, relishing in the warmth that radiates off of his bare skin. He hums into the taste of him, the alpha’s lips moving against his in a rhythm they know all too well.
Yoongi’s hands find Jimin’s waist and pulls his crotch against his, letting the omega feel the hard length that presses against his thigh.
Eager, Jimin’s one hand snakes down to press his palm against the tent in his pants, hearing the alpha groan into another open mouthed kiss that the omega listens to with a smirk.
“Upstairs?” Jimin suggests lowly, kisses stopping so he can ask, Yoongi continues to pepper some down his jaw.
“Too far.” Yoongi dismisses, his hands moving at record speed when he manages to undo Jimin’s jeogori with ease.
The fabric opens, Jimin’s fair skin exposed. He gasps as the air hits his chest, but Yoongi merely pulls the entire top off of him, arms and back now on display.
“What’re you–?” Jimin doesn’t even get the words out before Yoongi’s maneuvering him to turn around, anchoring his ass to his crotch. Even through the fabric, Yoongi’s dick slots between Jimin’s cheeks.
“Oh.” The omega realizes, arousal heightening.
Yoongi doesn’t reply. He takes Jimin’s excitement as a sign to continue his own selfish indulgence. With one hand still holding his hip, the other finds the small dip in Jimin’s back and pushes him against their dining room table.
The centerpiece vase full of fresh winter flowers from the garden— a heartfelt gift from the alpha given to Jimin a few months ago— staggers at the motion, Jimin’s chest pressed against the cold wood of the table, goosebumps break across his flushed skin. His nipples harden. He’s not even protesting the way Yoongi manhandles him, he thinks this new side of Yoongi is attractive. It’s making him harder by the second, or maybe it’s the friction of the table against his erection. Maybe it’s both. It’s definitely both.
He feels one hand tug his bottoms down, ass exposed as he can’t help the smirk that rises on his lips of what’s to come.
“Alpha…” He sighs, testing his limits with this side of Yoongi. His eyes plead over his shoulder to look at him, and the man is staring down at his ass with a hooded, hungry look.
Jimin wiggles his hips to tease, only surprising himself when the roll of it makes his cock press pleasurably against the table. He grinds against it, moaning behind a bitten lip, eyes fluttering shut.
He doesn’t know what to expect when Yoongi’s hand clamped down onto his hip lifts, only the heavy push between his shoulder blades to keep his front pressing down against the table remains. Jimin gasps when a finger enters him without warning, fast and hurried.
His own slick makes the slide easy, and he comes undone by the fact Yoongi’s holding himself back just to make sure Jimin’s ready first.
“More, I can take it.” Jimin already knows he can add another, the alpha grunting in reply before he’s scissoring two fingers inside of him.
“Ah…” Jimin melts against the table, hips pushing back against his fingers, his cock grinding against the table with the motion. He gets himself off like this, moaning under his breath.
He’s hastily stretched open after a few minutes, his own release catching up to him, but right as he feels himself building and building, Yoongi’s hand leaves.
“Yoongi…” He pouts, pushing his ass back to try and find his fingers again, instead his ass collides with Yoongi’s clothed crotch.
Jimin moans, grinding against him for a desperate plea to be taken care of. He was so close. His own dick cries for release.
The alpha doesn’t let him fuss, his spare hand messily tugs his pants down and lets his own length spring free, hard and heavy between his legs.
Jimin’s eyes light up at the mere sight of it, never growing tired of the alpha’s cock. He briefly wonders if he’s in heat the way arousal stirs rampantly inside of him. He can’t help the way he smirks. His dominance is intoxicating, Jimin’s mind reels with the sight of him so dark and intense, so fixated.
Yoongi’s hand leaves his back to take a handful of Jimin’s asscheek, massaging the flesh with his jaw locked tight. Jimin wonders if the alpha is resisting his instincts so much that he can’t even speak, too much of his energy being used to make sure Jimin is properly prepped first. Only the occasional growl or grunt.
And then the alpha’s free hand not fondling Jimin’s ass swipes three fingers against his rim. With no warning whatsoever he pops them inside, a lewd squelch filling the air. Jimin gasps at the stretch. The omega’s face pressed against the table pants hot fans of breath against the cold wood. Condensation builds across the surface.
Just as quickly as he had been inside of him, his fingers slip out, stray strings of sticky slick lewdly dripping off his fingers from his hole, a mewl pulling from Jimin’s lips in the process. He turns to look over his shoulder and finds Yoongi using the slick gathered on his fingers to wrap around his length and jerk himself off.
Jimin’s back to being aroused at the sight of it. He licks his lips, “Gonna stand there all day or are you gonna fuck your omega?”
It’s a purposeful jab, Jimin selfishly wants the man inside of him.
He doesn’t anticipate the way Yoongi’s hand releases his ass to send a firm slap across the cheek in reprimand.
He gasps. His own cock twitches between his legs.
He has another smart ass remark on his lips but he’s interrupted by Yoongi’s length ramming into him, the man’s hand back on his hips to make sure Jimin’s not going anywhere. Not that he would, there’s no place he’d rather be than here right now.
“Yoongi, oh my God…” He groans out, exhaling to somehow accommodate the fullness of the alpha’s length impaling him.
“Okay?” Yoongi rasps, his first uttered word since they even began, and it’s to make sure Jimin’s doing alright. Checking in, even when Jimin’s sure his inner alpha is in turmoil over the man’s incredible show of self restraint.
“Yes, yes okay.” Jimin babbles, “Fuck me, please. I can take it. God, Yoongi just– Ahh…!”
He’s cut off by his own moan when Yoongi finally starts thrusting. It isn’t a slow start, in fact it’s immediately obvious that Jimin’s confirmation was all Yoongi needed to finally let his rut instincts take over.
He pounds into him. Relentlessly. Jimin’s own lips parting open as words fail him, letting his body go pliant against the table as everything on top rattles.
Yoongi moans in low grunts, cursing to himself as he finally lets himself go, his hands hold Jimin tight, pinning him to the surface. The sound of skin slapping mercilessly fills the room along with the faint rattle of silverware on the table clambering with each thrust.
Jimin’s eyes fall shut and his hands splayed against the table slide around in attempt to get a grip on something, anything.
In his blind grappling he accidentally knocks their beloved flower vase off the table and sends it shattering to the floor. The sound makes him gasp, the porcelain shards spreading as water soaks itself into the carpet, but Yoongi just keeps going. Too gone to care. His gasp turns into a high pitched croon of a moan.
“Yoongi… hah… ahh…”
He fails to explain the reckless behavior, too overwhelmed with Yoongi rearranged his guts. They should move things upstairs. But Jimin’s being fucked so good no coherent argument makes it past his lips. With his eyes half open he can see the mess they’ve made and it will only get worse if they don’t get up and continue this elsewhere.
The alpha must have enough rationale to understand his messy jumble of moaning, maybe he sees the slight flash of awareness in the omega’s eyes.
He stops his thrusts, a growl rumbling out in his own display, inner alpha discontent at stopping.
“The bed, Yoongi.” Jimin pants, lifting himself up off the table since they’re finally pausing.
He tries not to think about how his legs weakly wobble or how slick trickles out of him and onto Yoongi’s cock still buried deep inside of him as he staggers up.
Yoongi uses the fact he stands against him to his advantage. Neck on display, he greedily buries his face in the omega’s scent gland.
“Mmmh…” Jimin melts, pliant once more as he lets him vigorously lick at the exposed skin there, one hand reaching up to cup the alpha’s head as he does so.
The alpha’s hips slowly grind into him while they do this, Jimin might actually be in heaven. He’s drowning in Yoongi’s scent, the feel of his teeth and tongue against his neck, the slow thrusts from behind.
He remembers the fact that broken, hand-painted porcelain is shattered on the floor and has to keep himself from falling under his spell.
“Let’s go upstairs, Yoongi.” He redirects, his hand cupping the man’s face runs through the strands of his hair sweetly.
His alpha’s chest rumbles in protest, clearly not a fan of stopping now that they’ve begun. He nuzzles Jimin’s neck deeper and even bites the juncture where his shoulder and neck meet in objection.
Jimin has another moan on his lips that he stifles back, he can’t let Yoongi know that he’s enjoying this just as much, they need to– at the very least– get out of the dining room. Away from the mess on the floor he’s created.
Yoongi’s hands snake over to his front instead of his hips, finding his own pleasure in teasing Jimin with one hand wrapping around his cock while the other pinches and plays with his right nipple.
“Yoon– mmh…” He bites it back, his own release starts to coil tight in his groin as the alpha pumps his fist.
“Alpha, please.” He whimpers, starting to get the familiar feeling of his climax building deep inside of him.
He needs to focus, his one hand finds Yoongi’s own that tweaks his nipple and holds the wrist. Not firm, just demanding he’d listen.
“Let’s go to the bed,” He insists, his other hand buries into Yoongi’s hair and tugs him off of his neck so he can murmur affectionately, “Your omega wants you to be a good alpha and listen to him.”
The instruction works, the man behind him seeming to push his instincts away once more to hear Jimin’s one wish. The familiar warmth in Yoongi’s eyes flashes behind his otherwise primal senses that possess him.
Jimin finds himself smiling at the familiarity of his gaze, even if he is battling his own inner wolf to stop.
“Come on.” Jimin grins and places one quick, chaste kiss on the alpha’s jaw, stepping away so he can tug his pants up, the slide of Yoongi’s cock leaving him makes some of his slick run down his thighs.
He turns to Yoongi and cups his face in both hands, the alpha’s eyes are desperately pleading. A whimper leaving his lips unintentionally at the soft touch of Jimin’s thumbs padding over the apples of his cheeks.
“Good boy.” Jimin murmurs, earning himself a pliant alpha before him. One hand of his drops, using this time to pull Yoongi’s pants up from his thighs as well.
The praise does wonders, Yoongi’s head turning to bury itself in his touch, lips pressing a kiss to Jimin’s palm in the process.
His hand falls to grab the alpha’s own, pulling him to move as they navigate carefully around the broken shards of the plate.
Yoongi notices the mess and seems alarmed, “Jimin, careful.”
“I’ve got it.” The omega takes his time to watch where he steps.
Still, the alpha lets go of their hands in favor of finding Jimin’s thighs and lifting him up in one quick motion. Only a grunt falling past his lips as Jimin yelps, only to happily adjust and wrap his arms around the man’s neck and his legs around his waist.
“You spoil me.” Jimin says through a smile, using this angle to scent the alpha graciously.
“My alpha,” Jimin preens, kissing his neck with a warm, gentle kiss. “My Yoongi.”
“Yours.” Yoongi echoes in kind, finally out of the dining room and navigating the stairs instead.
“Even when you’re in rut, you put me first.” Jimin places another kiss.
“Always.” Yoongi relishes in his scenting.
“Mm, you don’t have to take care of me,” Jimin murmurs, although he is thankful for him for controlling himself like this. He knows it’s not easy. “Let me take care of you.”
Yoongi nudges open their bedroom door and hums, listening.
“Take me, Yoongi.” Jimin feels his body get set down ever so carefully onto the plush bed. He already starts to wiggle out of his pants while Yoongi turns to shut the door.
“Knot your omega.” He demands, now that they’ve made it to the bed he can let the alpha divulge in his needs full force.
The door clicks shut and Yoongi registers his words.
“Jimin…” The man growls out his name in satisfaction, turning to see the gorgeous omega already turned over on their bed to properly arch and present to him, a minxy look on his face as he waits for Yoongi to come and accept his request.
“Fuck.” Is all Yoongi can muster, his hands hurrying to tug his pants off, at the same time Jimin’s devilish giggle carries through the air at his eagerness.
“Gonna show your omega how much you want him?” Jimin eggs him on.
The alpha just hums, a low raspy sound that tells Jimin he’s already in a trance.
“Look so pretty like this,” Yoongi’s palm slides over his ass and kneads at it in worship, “Presenting for me.”
“Mm, only for you.” Jimin adores the attention.
The mattress dips as the alpha kneels behind Jimin, getting himself situated. Jimin feels the man’s tip align with his rim and has to bite his lip to keep a smirk of satisfaction from curling onto his face. He hums when he feels Yoongi sink in, thrusting slow as he works his way in inch by inch.
Jimin arches, letting his face fall against the pillow with a content muffled moan. He turns his head to the side when Yoongi groans out loud.
“So tight.” Yoongi says lowly, “Feel so good.”
Yoongi starts a slow pace, his fingers digging into Jimin’s hips to restrain himself.
The omega appreciates it, but genuinely, he can take whatever Yoongi has in store. He wants it. He would give anything to be wrecked into oblivion by this man.
“Go on, Yoongi. Don’t hold back.” He pushes his own hips back in time to his thrusts, reaching deeper with his help and moaning.
“Are you sure?” Yoongi sounds tense, jaw clenched shut as he tries to hold himself together by a single thread.
The younger is too invested in fucking himself back onto the man’s length to answer.
“Is that okay, Jimin?” Yoongi repeats, asking for consent.
The omega nods fervently, “Please, Yoongi. I want you to.” He darts out his tongue to wet his lips, “Fuck me, alpha.”
“Fuck…” Yoongi reels, taking his word for it and letting his instincts win. The mental war he had been waging lets up and he can feel his inner alpha finally release its wrath.
Jimin practically loses all composure when his thrusts take full force, making him wail in wordless thanks at the way he feels so full, so wanted.
Yoongi’s pace is merciless, his own head thrown back as he moans at the excess slick that makes the process an effortless plunge every time. Jimin’s noises only providing him more fuel to keep going. The waft of sweet peaches and honey that envelopes him, his mate’s scent that drives him crazy. Everything only adds fuel to the fire that festers in his groin, feeding the flames of his arousal.
The omega beneath him moans every time he thrusts, stuttering little noises out of his full lips that remain parted so beautifully. Yoongi can’t help but keep going to watch his omega’s pleasure grow.
His own satisfaction swells at the sight, a growl falling from his gritted teeth, going harder as he chases his release. Relentless, the slap of skin fills the room.
“Fuck,” Jimin’s body is being held by Yoongi’s hands on his hips, but that doesn’t stop the way he’s being moved forward with each eager thrust. “Hmmmph.”
Yoongi’s urge to breed starts to surge up inside of him, the panting omega before him seems to startle that instinct wide awake. Jimin’s eyes are glossed over with tears as he moans against his pillow.
“So big…” Jimin cries, cheeks flushed red as his hands find purchase in the sheets, his body giving out on him as his upper half folds, face buried in the pillow he slurs, “Fuck Yoongi I’m– mmmpphh!”
He cums. So abruptly that his vision goes spotty, head reeling. He doesn’t even have time to process it, the alpha behind him is still thrusting, oblivious to the delirious pleasure that Jimin’s mind swirls with. No thoughts, his body rocking its way up the bed as he’s taken full throttle by his mate.
“Good omega.” Yoongi huffs out, jaw slack when he snakes one hand to the omega’s shoulder for better leverage. Holding Jimin still so he can reach deeper. Taking and taking.
The omega’s mind runs rampant with arousal, starting to get drilled into another dimension with the way Yoongi’s pounding into him. He’s a floundering mess, his own body going pliant to Yoongi’s touch. A limp mess of limbs that can’t even properly brace himself. His sensitive cock bobs between his bent legs, already starting to get hard again. He’s a wreck.
His only thought is Yoongi– Yoongi’s cock, more specifically, and the way it hammers into him.
The level of want in Yoongi’s body turns animalistic, watching the way his knot starts to swell at the base, the omega’s slick glistening on his shaft that pumps its way in and out of Jimin’s hole.
“Alpha… feels s-so… nnngh…” Jimin can’t form a cohesive thought, lost in the moment. His face is planted on the pillow, feels a vague wet patch and holy shit, he might even be drooling.
Yoongi’s own moan carries into the air, deep and satisfied as he finally feels his orgasm building.
“You like that?” Yoongi grunts, noticing Jimin’s practically gone, his hand on the omega’s shoulder tugs him up, bringing Jimin up on his knees.
Jimin has to put all of his brain power into responding, nodding fervently as he moans. The change in their position has Yoongi’s tip hitting him hard and deep.
“You gonna be a good omega and take my knot?” Yoongi’s panting into his ear, licking behind the shell of it just because.
“F-fuck, y-yes…” Jimin manages to speak, stuttering to the beat of his hips thrusting against him.
“Gonna breed you, fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.” Yoongi doesn’t waste any time after he speaks, letting Jimin go so he’s on his stomach once more.
Being thrown around is making Jimin go loopy, eyes fluttering shut as he lets Yoongi’s one hand push his shoulders down as the other tucks itself under Jimin to place a hand over his stomach. His dick pounds into him there, bulging against the skin of his belly.
“You feel me inside you? Hm?” He grunts, making damn sure the next pointed slam of his hips steal any words from Jimin’s parted lips. “Taking my big, fat cock so well. You were fucking made for me.”
Jimin doesn’t have words for how much fun he’s having, doesn’t have the ability to form them even if he wanted to. Instead he’s become a mindless, babbling knot-crazy mess.
He can feel Yoongi’s knot fighting to catch, the familiar stretch that takes some effort to make fit. He drools, he thinks he tries to say something about how Yoongi’s so big but it comes out in a jumbled up, slurred mess.
“Good omega…” Yoongi growls, voice husky, “Doing so well.”
The praise makes Jimin’s jaw drop open and slick leaks out of him once more in an obscene fashion while the alpha’s cock pistons inside of him. He feels so wanted, so used in the best way– made for him, taking his knot like the perfect mold of an omega. Pliant and fuckable.
He’s grabbing fistfuls of the sheets to center himself, but it’s no use, he’s being fucked into the mattress relentlessly. The bed beneath him squeaks in time to every plunge of Yoongi's cock, harmonizing with the frantic thud-thud-thud of the headboard denting into the wall.
Yoongi’s knot catches and the groan he lets out is gravelly and deep, cum spilling inside of Jimin. Yoongi’s hips buck due to the sheer vigor of his orgasm.
Jimin looks like he’s just been put through a wringer, hair sticking to his forehead and sweat beading down his back. He can feel the hot cum pouring out in waves into his ass, milks it out of Yoongi with a clench and moan.
“Full…” Jimin pants, not sure what else to say. He’s satiated like this, knotted and content.
“My perfect omega,” Yoongi is still so aroused, his hand under Jimin circles his stomach, “Full of my seed.”
Jimin tries not to moan and instead ends up whimpering when he sees what he’s talking about. Glancing down at his stomach he can see the bulge of Yoongi’s dick inside of him.
“You… mmh…” Jimin’s still dazed and out of it, his face landing on the pillow as he tries to catch his breath. He feels dazed and out of it, body spinelessly limp with the lingering aftermath of whatever beast Yoongi's rut unleashed.
Before he can form a single cohesive thought, Yoongi’s carefully maneuvering their bodies so he can properly spoon his mate. Now that they’re stuck like this for a good ten minutes, they have time to recover.
With their bodies meshed together, sweaty and flushed, Yoongi uses this angle to latch onto Jimin’s scent gland, licking and nipping at it with a quiet, satisfied rumble in his throat.
Jimin sighs, his own hand finding his cock to finish himself off a second time. He knows that Yoongi’s instincts are not taking into consideration Jimin’s orgasms. He is already painfully hard, it won’t take much.
He spits into his hand for some kind of lubricant, his fingers finding his shaft in a hurried pump of his fist. There’s no need for a build up, he’s already close.
His eyes screw shut as he chases his release, puffing hot breaths into the air as Yoongi’s lips suck on his neck. The alpha makes a noise of approval before Jimin feels a hand much bigger wrap around his own to help.
“Fuck, Yoongi…” Jimin whines.
There’s only another two pumps of his fist before he spills his cum onto the mattress in messy ropes.
Yoongi’s hand lets go of his and his digits swipe over the sheets to gather some of his cum, quitting his scenting to bring his fingers to his mouth and lapping it up.
Jimin never wants Yoongi’s rut to end.
The obscene sound of skin slapping together fills the room. The repetitive plap-plap of Yoongi's pelvis smacking against Jimin's ass draws the most beautiful sounds from the omega. Heavy breathing from the alpha as he grows impatient with each thrust— his release isn't a want, it's a need.
Jimin's bare back presses against the door of their bedroom, having figured he could scurry out while Yoongi rested to try and grab a few refreshments. He hadn't made it very far before the alpha woke up, the lack of a warm body and the faint trail of his mate's scent urging his inner alpha awake to bring him to his rightful place.
"Mine." Yoongi rasps into Jimin's ear with purpose.
Possessive hands on Jimin's already bruised hips tighten, the dull throb of pain emitting another shameless moan from the omega. Yoongi's cock is buried in him, plunging with a force as he pounds him into the door.
"Yours, I'm yours." Jimin huffs, head knocking back against the wood without a care for the sting.
His heels locked around the man's torso dig for purchase in the divot of Yoongi's back, slipping against the layer of sweat there.
Relentless and unforgiving, Yoongi drills into him, instincts at an all time high, too far gone in his own pleasure as he relishes in the feel of Jimin clenching tight around his cock.
Jimin is caged between his mate and the door, pinned to it with sheer force, so much so that his shoulder blades are rubbed a raw red from the friction of Yoongi pressing and pressing.
"T-take me…" Jimin's flushed face cries into the heavy air between them. "Use me, use me."
It's a filthy arousal Jimin feels— has felt— the past few days, being claimed and senselessly fucked into. Like that's all he's meant for, all he's good for. And he loves it. Loves being thrown around and impaled on Yoongi's cock while he growls in his ear. Sometimes he tells him he's so good, such a good omega, and Jimin cums just from that. Other times, he's gritting his teeth and telling Jimin to take his knot with no remorse. It's exhilarating. He's discovered new things about himself— and Yoongi. Things they will absolutely be revisiting even after his rut ends.
His encouragements do the trick, Yoongi's growl turning animalistic as he fucks the breath out of Jimin's lungs with unbridled determination. His hands readjust, bouncing Jimin in the air and making his belly swoop and flip with excitement as he leans back and lets gravity do it's job, bringing the omega's ass sinking onto his dick hard.
"Alpha!" Jimin yelps while being manhandled, eyes fighting to stay open as he marvels at the sight.
Yoongi's arms taut with perseverance, the way his jaw is clenched tight, how his fingers press into Jimin's waist, molding into the skin so he can maneuver Jimin up and down, bouncing him against his cock. It's so profoundly erotic and primal that Jimin can't help but moan, egging him on.
"Gonna-" Yoongi grunts, pupils blown wide as he fixes them on Jimin, near-black irises half-lidded as he succumbs to his desires, "Gonna fuck you full of my cum."
"Yes!" Jimin cries out. He doesn't know what's gotten into him these days, but his eyes well with happy tears. He wants it, he wants Yoongi, wants his seed and cum oozing out of him. He wants nothing more than to be entirely consumed by the alpha.
The omega's hands claw at Yoongi's shoulders, fighting to find purchase in the skin, nails scratching to hold on for dear life.
"You like that?" Yoongi darkly asks, eyes unable to stop flitting from Jimin's mess of a face and the sight of his own cock disappearing between Jimin's reddened cheeks. Unsure of which is better.
"Y-yeah…"
"You like my cock so much, hm? Like being a good little omega for your alpha?" He teases, not even slowing down to give him a chance to respond, not when his knot's swelling.
Unable to speak in between the mewls he lets out, Jimin hastily nods.
He has no words for what his body feels like right now. A giddy, tingling sensation that's all encompassing. His mind starts to melt into a puddle until all he thinks of is how insanely good everything feels. He tilts his head back, crazed with depraved satisfaction while Yoongi continues to manhandle him up and down. His eyes roll back, orgasm on its precipice.
There's an insistent growl that tears through the sound of skin slapping, Yoongi's familiar deep rumble amplifying until he manages to swing Jimin forward so their chests meet, the omega's moan morphing into a surprised yelp. Before he can process what's happening, Yoongi's face is buried into his neck.
With a resounding growl his teeth clamp over Jimin’s mating bite, feverish and impatient. Jimin gasps, sensitivity skyrocketing as everything he’s feeling amplifies tenfold, hands slipping across Yoongi's shoulders until his fingers bury into the man's sweat-damp locks.
His back thuds into the door once again, with a final, decisive slam of Yoongi's hips. His knot sticks, the familiar burning stretch makes Jimin keen.
Somewhere in between all of this, Jimin realizes he's cumming. His own dick smushed between their fronts twitches with every pulsing stripe of cum it milks out.
His mate's teeth release, tongue going ahead and lapping over the sensitive spot. It lulls him, adrenaline starting to wane and turn fuzzy.
His mind dances despite the exhaustion, happy and pleased to be able to help his alpha through this. He doesn't want to be anywhere else.
He realizes as he slowly comes to that he’s purring. Sated and blissed.
"My omega…" Yoongi affirms, his own rumble in his chest consistent with each heavy exhale as he comes down from his high. He halts his scenting just so he can lock their lips together, robbing Jimin of some much needed breath.
"Mm," He nods softly into their kiss, crooning at the affection. He breaks apart to brush the words against his lips, "My alpha. My Yoongi."
The grogginess sticks itself in Jimin's throat, breath thick with sleep as he rolls over in bed, sheets beneath him well in need of being replaced. He blinks awake, although his eyelids have to fight to remain half-opened. He hasn't gotten much rest all week. By the look of winter’s soft grey-blue light peeling through the window, he supposes it's already the middle of day five of Yoongi's rut.
Yoongi.
He halts all stretches and yawns, head craning to the obvious lack of his mate in bed with him.
Where is he?
He tosses the sheets off of him, fighting to get out of the tangled mess from last night's thrilling endeavors. He fumbles about the room, drowsily pulling on the first hanbok he finds, Yoongi's scent laden in the piece. He tugs it on halfheartedly, knowing it'll undoubtedly be coming off sooner than later.
He swallows, throat hoarse. The past few days have taken their toll on him.
Padding his way down the stairs, he curiously pokes his head into each room.
"Yoongi…?" He calls, a barely discernible whisper even in the quiet comfort of their shared home.
It's not until he peeks into the kitchen that he finds him, lazily huddled over the hearth where a tea kettle hangs, hair slightly damp from washing up. His bare back faces him, scars on display, a pair of black and gold hanbok pants drooping lazily around his waist. Jimin blinks, double-taking at the noticeable damage his nails have done on the man's back and shoulders. Welted raised bumps of every drag his nails inflicted.
"Yoongi." He approaches, eyebrows raising when the man turns to greet him, morning stubble freshly shaved.
"Morning," The familiar drawl of his greeting has Jimin inevitably snaking his way into a hug with the sudden urge to be close.
"Hungry?" The alpha murmurs, rocking Jimin ever so slowly, as if he didn't press him into their mattress and coax three mind-shattering orgasms out of him just last night.
"Are you not…?" Jimin dances around the obvious, pulling apart a fraction so his eyes can dart to Yoongi's crotch.
A shrug.
"I think it’s passed. Why?" A warm hand pets the back of Jimin's head, "You want to?"
He can't help but suck his bottom lip, suggesting exactly that.
"Seriously?" Yoongi questions in disbelief, "Was I in rut, or were you?"
Jimin snorts, falling back into his embrace, "Trust me, you were. I think if I sneeze your cum might dribble out of me."
"Alright…" He warns.
A quiet moment passes of them holding one another, Jimin's nose buries itself into Yoongi's neck, sleepily scenting him with comforting nuzzles and the occasional kiss. Their breaths, slow and steady, are only interrupted by the kettle's whistle.
"Sit." The alpha nudges his hip. "Breakfast's almost done."
A twinge of guilt seeps in, Jimin's hands clasp behind Yoongi's neck, sticking close.
"I'm supposed to be taking care of you."
He had been for the past few days, but his pout stays nonetheless. When his heat hit, Yoongi was a saint and had made sure every single thing fell into place, no hiccups, no mishaps. He didn't let his omega lift a single finger.
And now Jimin should be doing the same.
"Shush." Yoongi orders, "I feel fine. More than fine, actually. I think I slept better than I have in months thanks to you."
The praise works the same way it always has, Jimin's smile melting back onto his lips.
"Let me help, then." He coaxes, coming up with an excuse to stay by his side, not yet ready to leave him. Still a lingering buzz of heady joy for being mated to someone so perfect and sweet.
"Sure." He appeases him, post-rut senses unable to resist his omega.
Later that afternoon, the dishes cleaned, bedroom aired out and sheets replaced, and the two of them properly washed up, the young alpha lounges comfortably across their living room couch, body in and out of several naps as he catches up on more sleep.
His eyes fight to stay open so he can read a few updates from Sooyoung, the appointed alpha who took over pack matters while they were gone.
Bored already, he sets the half-read letter down, shifting to get comfortable as he prepares for some more well-deserved shut eye. He smacks his lips together and sighs, head angled to stare across the house and into the dining room. His eyes skim the space, the furniture he built himself, the placemats Jimin embroidered.
His eyes narrow.
"Jimin?" He beckons, not having to shout much from where he's placing clean dishes away in the next room.
"Yes?" The omega's sweetly domestic voice returns, popping his head in from the entryway, hands busy drying off a rice bowl.
"What happened to our flower vase?"
Jimin's eyes crinkle with their familiar mischievous glint, giggling in that sweet, scheming way of his.
"What flower vase?" He feigns innocence.
"The one I bought." He drawls matter-of-factly, eyes glancing to the empty spot on the table, it's been there for months.
"Ohh, that one? Don't worry about it," He plays it off, waving his dish towel, "We'll get a new one."
With no further explanation, he disappears, and Yoongi can only laugh quietly to himself before sleep takes him.