Thread by @TrischwitaTK

🍑 Just Peachy 🍑

🍑 #yoonminau
🍑 Omegaverse
🍑 Alpha Rapper Yoongi
🍑 Omega Dancer Jimin
🍑 Mating Cycles
🍑 NSFW/MDNI
🍑 Like hella dirty
🍑 Self-lubrication
🍑 Semi-public sex
🍑 Slick eating? Is that a tag worthy thing? idk
🍑 Breeding kink if you squint

Moodboard and Original Prompt by
@mimimichi4

Sorry it took me so long to complete 😭 enjoy

The line between instinct and self-control was a tightrope walk that most alphas handled poorly, and Yoongi could remember a time when, he too, found himself succumbing to his animalistic desires. That had all changed when Jimin had come into his life.

When the soft, sweet, omega had walked into his office as part of the new dance team 3J, his whole perspective on being an alpha had changed. An alpha was much more than just a dick with a body attached to it. An alpha was, first and foremost, a protector and that was all he -

had ever wanted to be for Jimin.

𝘉𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻

Eyes flitted from the mixing board to the phone quietly vibrating in the chair beside him, that familiar bubble of excitement flooding his belly as he read the name on the screen.

No, not that kind of excitement.

Snatching the phone up, he spun in the chair, opening the conversation to see the latest text.

🐥: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦! 𝘐’𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬!

The practice room was two floors down from his studio, but he had been working neigh on 7 hours strait already, he figured a short break wouldn’t hurt. Especially not to see Jimin’s sweet smile and smell the delicate scent of peaches that danced around him.

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Once upon a time, Yoongi had really detested peaches. Okay, maybe detested was too strong a word, but he had certainly never saw himself craving the aroma before Jimin. Now he simply enjoyed taking in the soft tang that meant the omega was nearby.

Shaking himself from the distracting thoughts, he realized he was already at the practice room and a soft smile spread across his lips before he opened the door to walk inside.

He couldn’t wait to see what the group was working on. What he had not been expecting, however, was the heady odor that hit him as if he had walked right into a brick wall. Nostrils flared momentarily as his eyes dilated and he swallowed back looking towards the men right in -

the middle of practice.

The alpha whirled around, slamming the door to the practice room shut before the scent escaped into the busy hallway, calling the dancers’ attention to his appearance, “Sorry!” the alpha stammered out, the eyes of the 3 omegas on him.

“Yoongi, hyung! You came!” Jimin quipped and bounded across the room to wrap the older in his grasp.

Any lesser alpha would have been a goner. The usual light smell of fruit was currently a hot peach cobbler fresh out of the oven. Warm, sugary, thick, dripping with syrup. Mouthwatering.

“Uhhhh. Jimin-ssi, can we… can we talk?” Though he had been feeling wonderful about seeing the other just moments before, he now felt as if he needed to be on high alert.

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The look of concern on his face was evident and the bright smile on the omega’s drooped slightly, “Wha? What’s wrong?”

Despite the turmoil he was feeling, Yoongi managed a friendly greeting to the other two who honestly looked baffled before he gently tugged Jimin aside. He didn’t want to embarrass the other male, but he did want to inform him just how pungent he was at the moment.

Shaking himself out of the daze he was feeling from the gooey aroma, he softened his voice and shook his head again, “You just… I don’t want anything to happen to you and you s-smell really good.”

“What do you mean you don’t want anything to happen to me? I’m just with Hope and Kook, what’s going to happen to me, hyung? You’re being so silly.”

Yoongi took in a deep breath through his nose and immediately regretted it, feeling his own body react in a less than desirable way to the others delicious sent, “I just think, maybe you should take suppressants when you’re here practicing?” A finger moved up to his shirt -

collar, running along the inside of the material that seemed to be sticking to his skin.

“What!?” The omega looked utterly baffled before defiance took over his features, “No way! I can’t perform my best then. Yoongi-uh, what is wrong with you?”

The bead of sweat that slowly dripped down the side of Yoongi’s temple felt like hot lava etching its way into his skin. Trying his best to clear his throat of the sticky air clogging it, he looked at Jimin with an almost pleading look in his eye, “I know nothing is going -

to happen to you in here but.. I th-think maybe your heat is coming up and you smell… delicious.” He felt embarrassed, his cheeks flushing an even brighter pink as he did his best to keep his wits about him, “A-and I’m your friend but… another alpha…”

In all the time the two had been friends, this had never been an incident. Yoongi had never happened upon Jimin this close to his heat, but he imagined it was because they boys had a shoot coming up and were trying to practice extra hard for it. The alpha figured that normally -

by now, Jimin would be preparing himself at home for the upcoming days.

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The younger had been somewhat distracted by his groupmates playing around on the opposite side of the room from them before his attention moved back to Yoongi, and then he could smell it. The pheromones he must have been triggering inside of the alpha.

Jimin had always been somewhat smitten with Yoongi, he had always thought he was handsome and honestly treated him better than any alpha ever had. They worked for the same label though and what was that saying about not shitting where you eat?

Plus, the older had never seemed the least bit interested in Jimin. Until now.

Yoongi’s own scent glands were beginning to work overtime themselves, pumping out a strong hickory that smelled like it had just been thrown into a blazing fire. By the look in the younger man’s eyes, he could smell it too and Yoongi found himself stepping back, distancing -

himself from the tasty morsel in front of him, “I just don’t want anyone else to... get any ideas about you.”

Despite the heady odor that was wafting in the omega’s direction, he seemed fairly unbothered, a smile that looked eerily close to a smirk playing across his supple lips, “I’m sorry, hyung. Is it bothering you?” The look quickly morphed into a pout, one that nearly ripped the -

heart right out of Yoongi’s chest, right through his ribcage, leaving the jagged pieces of bone protruding from his body, “I just wanted you to see our dance practice. I-I didn’t even notice… Sorry.” The smaller reiterated but there was something in his tone that didn’t seem -

the least bit sorry.

“What? No! No. It’s fine. It’s not.. not your fault. I would love to.” He could last one dance routine, couldn’t he? It wasn’t that bad? “Watch your routine! Not…” A heavy breath fell out of his mouth and he shook his head, “Yes, I can watch the routine.”

A grin then spread across the omega’s face, and he clapped his hands together in excitement, “Thank you, hyung! This means so much to me!”

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The dance started. Why was it just Jimin dancing? His body moved so effortlessly, rolling to the rhythm of the music that was echoing through the room. The omega looked like sin incarnate.

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The way his legs bowed out as he danced so agilely, his fingers lingering on each inch of his body they brushed along, along his thighs, up his hips.

Yoongi found his hands itching, wanting nothing more than to be the one touching Jimin, sinking his fingers into the most delicious dessert he had ever tasted. He stayed seated however, every hair on his body standing on end as his attention was glued to the performance.

The other two may have joined in at some point but the alpha wouldn’t have been able to tell you for sure. Even once the dance was over, he couldn’t even remember the song that had been playing.

All he could remember was that smell and the warmth coursing through his body at the site he had just beholden.

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The door clicked shut and Yoongi’s body collapsed back against it, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.

Oh, what had he just done?

Sitting there in that room, watching the youngers body undulating, sweating, pouring out that wonderful gooey aroma. He was going to pass out. Jimin had always been an emotional weakness for Yoongi, but this was the first time he had churned his alpha desires quite so much and -

he knew he had to get out of there. He had stayed for the duration of the dance, praised him, then quickly excused himself.

He could hear the blood pumping through his veins and even with having lived with his own scent half his life, it was so overwhelming it was making him feel a bit ill. Now that he no longer had that mouth-watering stench wafting up his nose, his head began to clear, and his -

eyes focused a bit more. Once again, he had managed to tame the animalistic yearning inside of him, all in the name of protecting the sweet omega that he had become so fond of.

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Another several hours passed and Yoongi had managed to all but forget about the little incident earlier. When it came to his work, there was almost nothing that got in the way of his passion for his music, so he had thankfully been able to calm himself down and get back on track.

The knock that came at the door startled him. No one bothered Yoongi in the Genius Lab, that was the number one rule. Who in their right mind…

And then it hit him. Again. Like a tidal wave there was no swimming away from. His gut churned, his eyes dilated some and he took in a deep breath, the smell of fresh peach cobbler filling his nose. He couldn’t not answer the door, could he? No… no of course he couldn’t.

He had to see what the omega wanted.

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Though the next sound, the slight whimper he could hear coming through the door, told him all he needed to know. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he clenched his hands around the arms of the chair, turning in it towards the door, “Come in?” He hadn’t -

intended it like a question, but he wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing.

The door slowly parted, and if he had thought the scent was strong before, he really had no idea. Another whimper came from the figure weakly pushing his way into the room, the white clad body falling forward in exhaustion, causing Yoongi to jump to his feet to catch the omega.

“Jimin-ah!” There was a slight panic in the elders’ voice, the sweaty omega now in his grasp, the heat just radiating off of him, “Wha- are you…?”

“Hyung… Hyung, you were right. My heat.” A very small mewl escaped the puffy pink lips, the omega quivering slightly as he grabbed for the thick black material of the others hoodie, “I need..”

“Did you just walk up here by yourself? Jimin, that’s not. It’s not safe! Someone could ha-“

The alpha was cut off mid-sentence, those sugary lips pressing against his own, that sweet saccharine seeping into his mouth and slowly down the back of his throat. Every single one of his senses was Jimin, nothing else. He was all he could smell, feel, taste.

Pulling back abruptly, the alpha shook his head in defiance, “Minnie, l-let me take you home?” All thoughts of work had quickly been thrown out the window. Nothing else mattered at that moment, just making sure the omega was kept safe, especially now that he had just trailed -

his scent all the way through the damn building.

The tears that immediately welled up in the omega’s eyes following the statement had Yoongi immediately stammering, “W-what’s wrong? W-why?”

“You don’t want me?” The omega sniffled, his already pained body seeming to fold up into itself more.

“What!? Jimin! I- No! What? No. Of course I w-want. It’s not that I don’t want, I just.” Tongue tied was being nice about the gibberish coming out of the alphas mouth, not one cohesive thought seemed to come together. “Ah Jimin-ah, you’re just not in your right mind. I just -

want to get you home to make sure you’re-“

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“Min Yoongi,” The omega interrupted again, weakly pushing at the stronger man, “I’m not going crazy, I just need..” And then he nearly collapsed again, the alpha once more encompassing him in his arms as he let out a pained cry, “Please. It hurts.”

There was a war happening inside of the alpha. On the one side, the overwhelming need to protect the omega and that meant from himself as well. The other, the one that almost felt like he was doing a disservice to the man by not helping him, ridding him of his anguish.

If he talked himself into the latter, was it only to fill his own lust for the omega? Was it honestly him doing it for Jimin?

But maybe, just maybe, he could help Jimin, without actually doing it for himself.

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“Alright Minnie, come here.” Keeping his arms around the others body, he maneuvered to the leather couch, starting to sit as the shaking omega protested against him.

“Hyung, n-n-no. I’ll make a mess of your couch.” The words were adamant as he shifted from one leg to the other, feeling the slick that was already trickling down his thighs.

The alpha ignored the objections of the other, bringing Jimin down with his stomach across his lap, ass wrapped so perfectly in those white sweats that he could tell were far past moist. He could only imagine how much the other must have been leaking by how saturated the -

material was and boy did it make him salivate. This wasn’t about him though, this was about taking care of the poor weakened omega and so Yoongi set to work, curling his fingers into the elastic waistband and peeling the sticky cotton down, bringing it to rest around his -

thighs, right below his ass, “don’t worry Jimin-ah, I’ll take care of you.”

Had this been any other situation, the elder would have loved to take the time to admire the view before him: two perfectly round pink lobes, the most beautiful ass he had ever seen. Honestly, he had thought about this before, in the very back of his mind. He had imagined the -

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others behind to be quite the sight and he hadn’t been wrong.

He wasn’t wearing underwear. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳. So, the slick was smeared glossily across the skin, glistening in the dim lighting of the studio bulbs.

The alpha could see the trails that had rolled down the peaked flesh, leaving the white material drenched and practically see-through in spots. And oh, the scent. The smell lingering in the air made his stomach churn in the best and worst of ways.

A large meaty hand cupped one of the soft cheeks, caressing it some and sliding between the wet crack, pads finding the awaiting hole, gushing that wonderfully potent substance. There was no resistance. None whatsoever. Two fingers slipped inside, sinking past the first knuckle -

and to the second with no hesitation and it was followed by the most beautiful noise, the squelching of the slick pushing out around the man’s digits.

Before this moment, Yoongi wouldn’t have thought it was possible to cum just from pleasing someone else but the suffocating -

heat around his hand mixed with the mewls of the omega bent over his knees? Little Yoongi was making it quite known he was being pushed to the limits within the tight confines of the jeans he was wearing.

“Ohhhhh hyung, another, please.” Jimins desperate pleas to be filled further were almost unnoticed as Yoongi’s mind reeled from nearly all his senses being overwhelmed and still trying his best to keep his alpha chained up inside of him. When the omega’s pleading finally

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registered, however, he obliged, adding another thick finger wrist flicking rapidly as he tried to please the younger.

The way the other’s rim clung to the wet skin as he pumped it in and out, the way the aroma was so strong he could taste it; all of it was crumbling the alpha from the inside out but he held fast. He began to twist his arm, fingers sweeping -

along the quivering walls in search of the prostate, only a brief touch before dragging past it and doing it all over again.

Jimin squirmed, his body rocked forward, dick trapped between his stomach and the rough material of Yoongi’s pants. He was so close he could feel it.

He was on the edge of relief, and he knew soon he would be able to breathe without it aching, but he also wanted more. So much more. He didn’t just want it, he needed but he didn’t know how he was going to get the alpha to give in.

At that exact moment though, as Jimin was rutting against the others lap, he couldn’t think about that, all he could think about was the blinding heat in his stomach followed by the release that soon followed. Thank fuck these walls were soundproof, otherwise everyone would -

have heard the wonton cry of the alpha’s name that was drilling its way into Yoongi’s head, vibrating in his ears and…

With a groan, Yoongi slipped his fingers out of the omega’s stretched hole, shifting him off his lap and getting to his feet quickly. Grabbing his backpack, he practically dashed out of the studio, bringing the door shut with a loud small behind him.

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Laying there, body covered in sweat as he felt chills rack his body, Jimin was acutely aware that he was now very alone. Tears pooled in the corners of the boys’ big brown eyes. What had he done? Yoongi had been the most wonderful person the younger had ever met, and he had -

made him help him when he obviously hadn’t wanted to and then… Jimin curled into a ball on his side and the tears began to flow hotly down his face. Heats were messy enough as it was, but here he was, in a strange place, alone, and having scared off the one person that he felt -

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truly actually cared about him. How could he had fucked things up so badly?

The omega was in a full-blown meltdown when Yoongi came back into the studio, eyes widening at the sight in front of him, “Jiminie, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"

The concern in his voice was evident as he edged closer to the couch, not wanting to upset the other more than he clearly already was.

Throwing his head back, the big glassy eyes looked hurt and scared, “Y-y-yoongi hyung, I thought… I thought I upset you.” The hiccup that followed the shaky voice was like an arrow to the alpha’s heart and he thought about how shitty he must have seemed, getting the other off -

and then leaving him there.

It had been a long time since he had an omega and quite honestly, the care you needed to have with them during their heats had completely escaped him. His cheeks flushed with upset, shaking his head quickly,

“No, Minnie. Ah, no. I’m so sorry. I, uh. I” Looking down at himself, he was now wearing a pair of sweat pants instead of the jeans he had been donning before, “There was a bit of a mess..” He tried to explain and then for some reason, Jimin looked even more mortified.

“I am so sorry I made a mess on your pants!” Curling up into himself some, the shame in his eyes was very visible and once again, Yoongi realized he had shoved his own foot in his mouth.

Rushing to the couch, the alpha knelt down on the floor beside it and took the flushed face between his hands, shaking his own head vigorously, “No. Shhh.. it wasn’t you. It was me. I – I made the mess.” Swallowing back a bit, he felt a little embarrassed, but it didn’t matter -

because he certainly didn’t want Jimin to think it was his fault at all. Well… it was his fault, but certainly not in a bad way.

“I just.. hadn’t helped anyone in a while. I got excited. And…” Trailing off, he hoped that he didn’t have to say any more to make it clear that it very much was not Jimin’s mess that had made him run out of the room, “Let’s get you cleaned up and get you home, huh?”

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“Where’s Yoongi-ah been? I haven’t seen him around since that practice he came to weeks ago.” Hoseok mused, stretching his body in half in front of the mirrored wall.

The question, though not entirely out of place, made Jimin’s stomach hit the floor. The two had only shared brief pleasantries in the halls since the day he had “helped” Jimin out and then taken him home to ride out the rest of his heat alone.

Oh, yes. The alpha had driven him back to his apartment and left him there, which Jimin took as a pretty clear sign that he had in fact ruined their friendship. He never should have gone knocking on the man’s studio door. What had he been thinking? He hadn’t. His omega had -

overridden any self-preservation and he had nearly thrown himself at the man he had been secretly pining over for years. It had been very kind of Yoongi to help him, but he had obviously made the alpha uncomfortable.

“He’s been really busy.” Was all Jimin responded, not having told his friends about what had happened when he had rushed out of their rehearsal that day. He had been feeling mortified ever since then, suffering in silence about ruining a great friendship thanks to his stupid

wolf’s needs and desires.

“Ah, I’ve seen him with that idol, Kim Taehyung, a lot lately, maybe they are working on a song.”

Jimin’s head whipped around, looking towards Jungkook, a fiery look in his eyes, “What do you mean you’ve seen them together “a lot”?”

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The younger omega stumbled some on one leg, looking a bit taken aback at the tone in which he had just been spoken to, “Uhhh.. I mean they’ve been walking around a lot together? I don’t know, Jiminssi! He’s your friend, why are you asking me? What’s your problem?”

Kim Taehyung was probably the most beautiful omega that lived in all of Seoul, at least it felt like that to Jimin when nearly every alpha within 100 yards of him had drool running out of their mouths at the prospect. Now Yoongi was spending time with him?

No wonder the man wasn’t interested in Jimin, he had 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨.

“Nothing, Koo. Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“When was the last time you slept well?” The eldest chimed in under his breath, causing the maknae to bark out a laugh while Jimin’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.

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“Let’s just practice.” The middle omega shot the other two a look, getting to his feet and walking to the computer, turning on the music loud enough to drown both, them, and his thoughts out.

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It wasn’t that Yoongi had been 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 to avoid Jimin, it was just that every time he saw him, he felt an undeniable spike in his senses and was quite aware of his scents change in the others presence. He didn’t want the younger to think that was the only way he thought -

of him after what happened. He was unable to manage it, but he hoped after time, when the memories weren’t so freshly burnt into his brain, he would be able to interact with him normally once more.

However, it had been nearly four weeks, and so far, his alpha was doing no better at keeping himself in check when that sweet aroma of peaches wafted up his nostrils.

Gripping onto Taehyung’s elbow, he abruptly yanked the omega around, turning down a hallway the moment he caught sight of Jimin heading directly towards them.

Stumbling, Tae looked around confusedly, head whipping to the elder with a huff, “Are you kidding me?! Are you still avoiding him?! It has almost been a month!”

A large palm slapped over the youngers lips as he pushed him against the wall, eyes scrunching up in a slight panic, “Will you keep your mouth shut!? You know I just need time. You are so lou-”

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“Oh…. I-I am sorry to… to interrupt. I..”

The alpha’s head snapped quickly in the direction of the familiar voice, body tense, pupils now blown wide as his gaze landed on Jimin, standing frozen in shock at what he had just stumbled upon.

Turning to look at his hand still covering Tae’s mouth and their bodies pressed tightly together, Yoongi pulled away quickly, stepping as far away from the younger as possible, “What? No! No, it’s not like that. We weren’t.. He’s not…”

“No! It’s okay! I am so sorry! Continue with…” Jimin weakly waved his hand up and down in the direction of the pair, not waiting another moment before turning tail and practically sprinting away.

Quiet settled into the hallway now, the omega standing there looking at the entirely dejected face on the elder, “You are so stupid.”

“What!? How am I stupid?! This is all your fault!”

“Hyung!! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 is all my fault?! The fact that you can’t muster up the balls to just fucking talk to him?! This wouldn’t have happened if you were just honest with him that you like him. He obviously likes you? So, I honestly don’t see what the hell you two are doing.”

A flash of anger crossed the alpha’s face briefly before his puffed chest deflated and he groaned, falling back against the wall behind him, “I don’t think he likes me like that, Tae.”

“Why are you all so oblivious? Alphas. This is why I stick with betas and omegas. You don’t think he likes you like that?! Did you just see his face? He was practically in tears, and his scent was entirely distressed. It’s pretty clear that he has some kind of feelings for you -

that would make him so upset to catch you with me. It certainly wasn’t just because he just hates seeing PDA.”

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“What do you mean, PDA?! We weren’t even doing anything?!” The alpha wailed out and groaned loudly, smacking his head back against the wall.

“Go and talk to him, hyung! Quit being an idiot.” Reaching out, Tae took the others arm, wrapping his fingers around it and yanking him off the wall to push him in the direction Jimin had disappeared.

“I can’t, Tae! I will get all… Alphaie. Can you go talk to him for me?”

The silence that stretched after the request was deafening, Yoongi raising his head briefly to stare through his fallen bangs at the younger. The look on the omega’s face was anything but welcoming, searing the alpha with his gaze.

“Fine! I will.. I will try and go talk to him.”

“You’ve gone this long without going all.. “alphaie” with him” Tae emphasized with air quotes, face still stern, “You will be fine. He is not going to care about your stupid scent change. He’ll be happy to know you care about him. Just go and talk to him. NOW!”

The younger’s voice boomed through the hall and Yoongi startled, standing erect quickly and moving away from the other, “What is going on here? I’m the alpha.” He murmured under his breath, grumbling as he walked away from the withering look on the omega’s face to go find Jimin.

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There was no stopping the tears. It was finally confirmed. Yoongi and Tae were an item and Jimin felt heartbroken. He knew he had no right to be, it wasn’t like Yoongi and he were anything, barely even friends these days.

Tell that to his omega though, who felt as if his internal organs had been ripped out and stepped on.

Huddled against the mirror in the practice room, knees to his chest and face buried against them, he felt the sobs racking his body and a pair of arms circled around him.

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Jungkook’s soft and understanding voice washed over him with the calming scent of the other’s soft airy aroma seemingly wrapping him even tighter than the limbs encompassing him.

“He is with Kim Taehyung. They’re together. I’m so stupid, Kookie. I thought… I thought maybe.” The words were pained and stuttered, hardly discernable from the cries escaping Jimin in between.

“Wait, what? W-who is with Tae?” Jungkook’s voice tightened slightly, pulling back from the elder to look at him softly, though obviously alert.

“Yoongi hyung! I caught them in the hallway together! I didn’t want to assume anything but now I know firsthand and now it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.”

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“A-are you sure?”

A stutter in the younger’s voice made Jimin falter, pulling his head up from his legs and looking at the other, “What do you mean am I sure? I saw it with my own eyes, Kook. They were in the hallway byYoongi’s studio pressed up against each other.”

Jungkook’s face grew stoic as he nodded his head and listened to Jimin, “Hyung, I didn’t even know you were interested in Yoongi Nim like that.”

“There’s a lot I didn’t tell either of you because I was ashamed. That day hyung came to our practice, when I left afterwards, I didn’t go right home. I went to see him in his studio.”

Impossibly large eyes grew even wider at Jimin’s whispered confession, the younger omega swallowing thickly as he grimaced, “When you were heated..”

Jimin nodded his head shamefully, burying his face against his knees once more as a few more tears escaping from the corner of his eyes, “I know I shouldn’t have gone there, but I was honestly just aching for him. I didn’t know what else to do. My omega literally dragged me -

there, I couldn’t even stop myself.”

“So you…” The maknae trailed off, tonguing at his lip piercing and scrunching up his nose, “You’re not pregnant or something, are you?”

“What?!” Jimin’s head shot up, looking at Jungkook in utter shock, “No! We didn’t have sex! And even if we did do you think I’m that stupid?!”

Swatting at the younger, Jimin huffed and shook his head vigorously, “No! He just… helped me out. And then took me home. And I spent the rest of it alone.”

“He just… helped you out? What do you mean? He didn’t try and..”

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“NO. He didn’t. Like I said. I’m stupid. He was just being nice and I shouldn’t have let my feelings get involved when it was pretty evident he wasn’t interested. I just.. it’s hard when you really feel one way in your soul, like.. like -

you’re supposed to be with someone…”

“Yeah..” Jungkook agreed quietly, the sound of the practice room door opening breaking the two out of their conversation as they both quickly assessed who was entering the room.

Upon seeing the alpha, Jimin unfurled himself from the somewhat fetal position he had been seated in, scrambling to his feet as Jungkook followed suit, “Hyung, you really didn’t need to come here. I-I won’t tell anyone about you and Tae-ah.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s gaze was stoney, set on Jimin as he took in the disheveled appearance of the younger omega, his voice tightening slightly at the sight of the other so clearly upset, “Can I have a moment with Jimin-ssi, please.”

Looking to Jimin, the youngest shot him a questioning glance, watching him nod once to let him know it was alright to leave. Reaching out, Jungkook squeezed his friends’ hand gently, as if to let him know he would be nearby just in case before he released slowly and rounded to -

leave the room.

As the youngest walked by the older, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a quiet promise of the hell he would have unleashed on him if he did anything more to hurt his friend and Yoongi at least had the decency to look abashed, which Jungkook took as a good sign -

before he left them alone.

Neither of the two moved, both shifting uncomfortably as the silence grew between them.

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“I’m not sure-”

“Hyung, you really-”

Both began speaking at the same time, flustered and rushing out ‘no yous’ and ‘go aheads’ before Jimin zipped his lips shut, making the gesture of locking it and throwing away the key. With a final nod, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

“Okay… First of all. I swear, there really is nothing going on between Tae and I.”

“It’s really none of my business, hyung. Who you’re seeing..”

“No. That's just it. I’m not.. I’m not seeing him. I don’t have any feelings for him. Well. Friendly feelings. Little brother feelings. I swear. I don’t want him. I want..” Yoongi’s voice faltered, eyes examining Jimin closely, -

the tear streaks running down his plump cheeks, the red rim of his eyes that had obviously been working overtime. His heart was aching, seeing the younger like this, knowing that he had something to do with it.

“Jimin-ah,” The deep voice became hushed, barely louder than a whisper as the elder took a few tentative steps in the omega’s direction.

He could smell the biting fragrance of souring fruit, a clear indicator that Jimin was distressed beyond just the visual indicators. Stopping a mere couple meters from the younger he hesitated in reaching out, not wanting to upset Jimin further. Moving his hands behind his -

back, he clasped them together and eyed the younger.

“I’ve been quite stupid these days. I’m sorry for what happened between us and that I’ve been such an ass since then. I just find it hard to control myself around you after..” The elder trailed off, his face scrunching slightly as he tries to clear the thoughts from his mind.

“Hyung, please. You don’t have to explain it to me. I know you were just helping me out. I’m sorry for even putting you in that position and I appreciate what you did for me. I understand..”

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“No, Jimin-ah. I don’t think you do. Since I met you.. I’ve felt this undeniable urge, no, not urge. Obligation? No. Necessity. To protect you. It’s like my alpha, I, had to protect you. Like if we didn’t protect you, we would cease to have any meaning.

Like you were our reason for even being alive. I know that sounds… crazy, and please don’t be scared of it, of me.

“All I’ve wanted was to make sure that you were safe and so it had always been easy for me to not get too worked up when we were around each other, when you smelled so,” Yoongi paused, swallowing the excess spit that began accumulating in his mouth just at the thought of -

Jimin’s aroma, “So alluring.”

“But then you came to me during your heat, and. I haven’t been able to think about anything else. Every time I see you, I am finding it harder to control myself since then and I just… I didn’t want you to think that was all I wanted from you.

So I’ve been an idiot and tried keeping my distance because I just don’t feel as confident in my ability to-”

Before the alpha could finish his sentence, arms were being thrown around his neck and Jimin’s pouty soft lips were pressed against his. Arms flailing briefly as he stumbled back a few steps, Yoongi quickly regained his footing, a strong arm wrapping around the omega’s waist -

as they pulled their bodies flush, deepening the kiss.

It appeared words weren’t really needed with Jimin’s hands carding through the alpha’s blonde locks, and a slight whimper slipping from him into the other’s mouth.

It only took a moment for Jimin to practically melt into the firm body that was now holding him so tightly.

Kissing Yoongi felt like a dream, his heart lodged in his throat and hands itching to touch any part of the elder they could. The firm, yet gentle caress of his mouth

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against his as he suckled softly on his bottom lip, tongue swiping tentatively along it, asking for permission to proceed further.

However, Jimin did not grant access, pulling away as he placed his small hands on the elder’s face, cradling his cheeks gently, his heart hammering against his chest, “Hyung. What do you mean you can’t control yourself around me? I literally just threw myself at you and you -

still asked for permission to kiss me.”

Yoongi felt confused, he had no idea if this was a good thing or a bad thing, he didn’t want the other to think he didn’t want him, cause fuck, he wanted him more than he had ever wanted anything before,

“Jimin-ah, it’s not that I don’t want you it’s..”

A pudgy finger pressed against his lips, effectively shutting him up instantaneously, lips pursed against the digit as a tear streaked down Jimin’s cheek and he smiled, “I know, hyung. I am asking what you were worried about, you clearly have plenty of control.

Do you really care for me that much?”

Now, with Jimin removing his hand from the others mouth, he remained speechless, an uncharacteristic flush spreading across his pale complexion as he briefly looked down, mouth feeling unbelievably dry, “Always, Jimin-ah. Always.”

Sniffling softly, Jimin’s smile grew wider, eyes full of adoration at the man before him, baring his entire soul as if the Moon Goddess herself were offering the alpha up to him, “Me too, hyung. Me too. Always. From the moment I met you.

From the first time you gave me your cherry Milkis when the vending was out.”

nce again, there was an undeniable reddish tinge to the elder’s pallor, his whole face heating up, though this time he lifted his head to look at the younger, a gummy smile capturing his current feeling of elation, “I didn’t know you remembered that. It was a long time ago.”

“Of course I do, I remember everything with you.” Jimin smiled brightly, those large brown eyes glittering in the florescent lights of the practice room though they dimmed quickly, “Wait.. what was going on with you and Kim Taehyung then?”

His voice sounded a bit meek, obviously not wanting to point any accusing fingers at the elder, but it had been a fairly compromising position he had caught them in.

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With a groan, Yoongi rolled his eyes and scrunched his nose, just thinking about the moment making his stomach ache, “He was telling me I was an idiot for avoiding you and being loud and I didn’t want you to hear him and think we were gossiping about you.

Unfortunately, you caught us in an even more awkward position. Him and his damn loud voice.”

The laugh that escaped Jimin after the other’s confession was positively giddy as he smacked himself in the forehead, “Ayesh, I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. But he’s right, you know, seems like a very smart omega.”

“Oh, don’t you start too! I get enough lip from him on the regular.” The alpha grumbled but Jimin couldn’t help but giggle, throwing his arms around the older once more and nuzzling into his cheek with his nose.

“I’m just kidding, we just could have saved ourselves a lot of heartache if we had talked from the beginning. I never got to properly thank you, for what you did. For making sure I got home safe. My wolf in shining armor.”

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“I’m sorry I just dropped you there. I couldn’t stay any longer, I was afraid what I might do.”

“But I’m sure I would have enjoyed it...”

Jimin didn’t even look ashamed, and Yoongi was quickly becoming aware of just how brazen the omega could be. Something between a hum and a growl rumbled low in the alpha’s throat, nostrils flaring as the youngers scent became -

significantly sweeter, the telltale signed of arousal, “Don’t tempt me, Park Jimin. I only have so much self-control and I am quickly reaching the finish line.”

“Hmm, what do I have to do to get you to cross the finish line, Alpha?”

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Jimin’s sweet voice dipped and curved through the air between them, burrowing right into Yoongis ear, slinking into his brain effortlessly as a, now unmistakable, growl reverberated through him.

The alpha’s obvious arousal sending a chill through Jimin’s body as he clung even closer, lips pressing close to the side of the elder’s head as he breathed out hotly, “Alpha.”

Yoongi’s whole body shook from the overload of that word being uttered against his skin by the one omega he would have staved off heaven and hell for. The slightly smaller frame of the younger pressed against him and the dense aroma of a hot peach cobbler, -

waiting to be devoured, , seeping into his very being.

With another guttural groan, Yoongi wrapped his arms around the others slender waist, pulling him to him roughly and turning his head to catch his lips in a searing kiss. This time there was no asking for -

permission, Yoongi just took, tongue prodding forcefully into the others mouth with reckless abandon, no thoughts other than Jimin and staking his claim on the omega.

This was different than the first kiss the two had shared, that had been fueled by Jimin’s instinct and the omega within him aching for comfort. It was somehow even more intense, both parties being drown in their desire for one another, their wolves preening in satisfaction -

while taking a backseat to their human impulses.

Yoongi moved one hand from the younger’s waist, the wide palm sliding against the skin tight jeans Jimin was donning today. Despite the limitations of the unmoving denim, the alpha managed a handful of ass, gripping his

digits into it ruthlessly and hiking the omega’s leg up his side.

It was unclear when they had moved to where Jimin was pressed against the glass, hips rutting up against the stout body in front of him, whimpering when Yoongi finally pulled out of the kiss, chasing after the elders lips. That only lasted momentarily however, because then -

Yoongi was trailing his tongue along Jimin’s jaw, licking and sucking down to his neck. Stopping at his scent gland, the alpha nosed into it roughly, inhaling deeply and saturating himself in the sugary heat the younger was exuding.

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“Jimin-ah. You smell so good. So lovely. So mouthwatering. I want to sink my teeth into you.” Following the confession, the mans elongated canines’ drug slowly against the slender neck that was completely at his mercy, “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”

With more encouraging words, Jimin couldn’t help moaning out softly, head dipping back against the mirror as he let the other have free range on his skin, “O-oh Alpha. Feels so g-good. Ineedyou. ’M so wet.”

While Yoongi knew that Jimin had to be a complete mess inside those jeans, hearing it took his arousal to a whole other level, his own pants becoming impossibly tighter at the confirmation. He didn’t need to be told; he could smell it. It was clear from the aroma rolling off -

him, that the omega was preparing himself for an alpha. The alpha it clearly desired above all else.

“Is that what you need, Minnie? You need Alpha to take care of you?” Yoongi still spoke hotly against the others skin, nose buried against Jimin’s gland, as if inhaling the most intoxicating drug in the world. The question was met with only a needy whimper and gasp from the -

pliant omega now being held up by the wall and Yoongi’s brute strength, “Shhh. I got you; Alpha’s got you. He’s going to make you feel all better.”

Jimin, while letting the older spurn him on, had decided to aid in the process, nimble fingers moving to the other’s pants, undoing the button and zipper without any hesitation. Before Yoongi even knew exactly what was happening, the cool air of the practice room was caressing -

#yoongminnsfw the heated flesh of his erection, followed quickly by the youngers hand wrapping what he could with his small fingers. Of course, the fact that they couldn’t even fit around the girth had Jimin’s knees nearly buckling,

mind immediately thinking about how that was going to feel pushing into him.

“H-hyungggg,” The whine was one parts cute to two parts filthy, and Yoongi’s heart seemed to throb in tandem with his aching cock, hips stuttering slightly as he sucked a hickey right over the others scent gland, “you’re so big.”

The breathlessness in Jimin’s voice matched the way Yoongi’s lungs were feeling, strained and void of all air. Pulling back from the omega’s neck, Yoongi groaned at the squeeze of fingers around his member, licking over his lips and trying to compose himself, “Hey, Minnie, we -

don’t have to do anything. It’s okay. You say the word.”

Despite his current state, straining not to buck forward into the hand gripping him firmly, he was still managing some semblance of care for the younger and it made him realize he had been stupid to ever think that he wouldn’t have always put Jimin’s wellbeing before anything.

But instead of Jimin looking relieved, he looked furious as his digits tightened their hold, stroking to the alpha’s tip and jamming his thumb into the slit, collecting the precum.

“I swear to Luna, Min Yoongi, if you try to get out of fucking me again.”

Jumping from a mix of pain and pleasure, the alpha moaned and nodded quickly, dropping his forehead to the others shoulder and panting harshly, “I-I’m sorry. Okay. Okay. I promise I’ll fuck you. I will stuff myself so deep inside of you, you’ll feel like you’re pupped.”

There was no denying that Yoongi was not only hot as hell but knew how to make an omega practically gush with his words; tongue technology indeed.

Simultaneously, both men grabbed at Jimin’s jeans to undo them, Yoongi taking the zipper and the younger taking the button. In tandem they tugged the material down and since Jimin preferred dancing in bare feet, he was able to kick them off and to the side will little trouble.

Once again, Yoongi quickly assessed that the other wasn’t wearing any underwear and he felt even more heat coil in his gut, his rock-hard erection pulsing painfully. More precum oozed from the tip, being scooped up by the omega’s thumb once more to coat his length in the thick -

fluid. The both of them were well beyond ready for this, lips finding each other once again in a heated tangle of ecstasy.

While being an alpha had its positives and negatives, Yoongi was currently thankful for the alpha strength he possessed, grabbing both of Jimin’s supple thighs and hoisting him up against the mirror. Keeping him elevated with his body, one arm and the leverage Jimin had from -

the slightly angled position, the older moved one hand around under the omega’s legs and delved a finger between his ass cheeks.

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Just like last time, the fluttering hole swallowed two of Yoongi’s fingers up with no problem, slick trickling down his skin and to the floor, “𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘢. Are you in heat again? You are so fucking wet, Jimin-ah”

Finally, Jimin looked embarrassed, his cheeks tinting as he bit into his bottom lip and shook his head, “N-no. You just make me so hot. I’ve never gotten like this off my heat before.”

While Jimin was busy looking something akin to mortified, Yoongi’s chest was swelling with pride, a growl ripping from within him as he began pumping his fingers in and out of the younger. There was almost no resistance, just the slight catch of the omega’s rim against his -

thick knuckles while he pounded them inside of the other at a brutal pace from the start.

The sounds that the alpha was already eliciting from the omega were earth shattering, practically bringing Yoongi to his knees with each and every cry and whine. Had he been thinking about it, he would have been grateful for the fact that the practice room was soundproof thanks -

to the hours of endless music that would constantly have to be blasted inside. The location they were in was the furthest thing from either of their minds however, too drunk on their own lust for one another to even assess their surroundings.

As Jimin’s head fell against the mirror, back arching so beautifully, Yoongi’s thick digits continued to abuse the others hole, a third finger slipping in before Jimin even got the chance to beg for more. It was almost like they were completely in sync, as Yoongi reacted -

to Jimin perfectly in without him having to utter a word.

The omega’s whines were becoming more and more frantic, causing the alpha to remove his digits from their current confines, prompting Jimin to finally use his voice instead of just feral noises, “H-h-hyungggg, what are you doing? D-Don’t stop. I need it. I need you.”

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Yoongi brought his hand up, rubbing his thumb across the gooey pads of the slick coated fingers, pulling it away slowly as the thick subtance strung out across the gap, causing another guttural growl to emanate from within him, “I have been aching to do this.”

The deep timbre of his voice sent a chill down the omega’s spine, eyes glazed over as he whined, watching Yoongi bring his digits to his mouth, licking over them in, what seemed to be, slow motion.

The elder laved over the inside of his fingers, briefly taking them fully in his mouth and sucking the slick off his flesh, eyes closing as he hummed in sweet satisfaction.

“Yoongi-ah, please fuck me. Please. You’re killing me. I need you. I need it so bad.”

“Just as delicious as I knew it would be.”

The gruff voice was making every hair on Jimin’s body stand on end and he was this close to demanding that the alpha fuck him again when Yoongi was pushing him up the mirror higher, strong arms curling beneath his thighs and pulling his hips away from the glass. Jimin squealed -

slightly, hands scrambling to grasp at the man’s broad shoulders, nails sinking into the cotton material of his hoodie.

Yoongi grabbed his own cock, stroking it a few times to relubricate with his precum and the combined spit on his fingers, quickly aiming for Jimin’s quivering hole. Slipping his thumb up to head, he pressed it against the tight rim, spreading around the omega’s sweet secretions -

as he circled his entrance with force.

Jimin began to squirm, his hips having a mind of their own as they ungulated downwards, trying to coax the older’s thick member inside of him. It was little use; Yoongi was fully in charge of the moment and gripped Jimin tighter with -

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the arm he was keeping him aloft with, effectively stopping him from moving much at all.

“Be patient, Sweetness.” The alpha whispered into the others collarbone, the strap of his vest having fallen off his shoulder, giving Yoongi room to suck a beautiful purple flower onto the pale patch of skin, “Alpha’s going to take care of you.”

Patience was something that Jimin certainly did not have right now, and he was about to open his mouth to protest when the thick head of Yoongi’s shaft pressed slowly inside of his asshole, already stretching him wider than the three fingers had previously. Instead of the -

remark he had originally been preparing, a litany of whimpers and curse words fell from the omega’s lips into the heat that seemed to be emanating around them.

The bulbus tip felt like the most beautiful invasion, filling Jimin with a completeness he could have only dreamed of up until now. He didn’t know if it was because Yoongi’s cock game was that incredible, something deeper between the two of them or if he -

was just a touch deprived whore who had gone too long without a good dicking. None of that honestly mattered though because before he could put any type of coherent thought together, Yoongi was lowering him slowly, impaling him on his deliciously thick rod.

With his back arching and his eyes screwed shut so tightly, Jimin couldn’t see the way Yoongi was looking at him, like a starved wolf who wanted to devour his prey whole. He had never seen something as carnal as Jimin In that moment, he was absolutely breathtaking, and not just

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just because his tight heat was suffocating his cock so beautifully.

“𝘖𝘩𝘮𝘺𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘯… 𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪…𝘢𝘩… 𝘈𝘏!”

Yoongi was keeping his movements slow and careful, even now, he was worried about hurting Jimin and that was the last thing he wanted. It didn’t matter that the omega was so wet he probably could have easily slid in a finger along side his rigid length or that it felt like

Jimin’s walls were made to hug every inch of him like a warm blanket on a cold night.

That was until Jimin whined loudly once again, trying his best to bounce in the older’s grasp beginning to beg, “𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦,” He practically sobbed, doubling over and burying his face into the side of the alpha’s neck,

“𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢! 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥.”

The pleaded words struck deep inside of Yoongi’s gut, twisting and screaming for him to take the omega fully, to claim him, to make him his. Without a word, the alpha moved both hands to -

grip at Jimin’s ample ass cheeks, fingernails digging into the fleshy mounds as he pulled him down onto himself, thrusting his hips upwards. The sound of skin slapping skin resounded around them in a poignant break to the grunts and groans and then he was moving both of

them in quick successions meeting their bodies together forcefully.

Jimin’s whole body arched impeccably, strung tight like a bow as he cried into the air, the feeling of Yoongi’s heavy cock splitting him in two sending him reeling. Oh, the alpha definitely had amazing dick game. The poignant thrusts right into that sweet spot, the quickness of -

his hips that chased all breath out of the omega's body, the way he was able to almost pull all the way out, engorged head catching the rim so expertly before slamming back in. It was all too much. Jimin saw stars behind his eyes and universes being fucked into existence.

Now that the elder was started, there was no stopping him, he was going to chase down both of their releases like a cheetah after a gazelle. He was going to topple them so violently over the edge, he knew there would be no chance of survival. He never half-assed anything, and

he was certainly going to take every inch of the omega's ass that was offered.

In complete bliss, Jimins hands gripped at his own body, sliding across the smooth expanse of his stomach, up his chest and across his nipples as he pushed his shirt up, practically ripping the thin material. He loved being touched when he was getting railed but he knew -

Yoongi’s arms were otherwise preoccupied and so he was going to put his own to good use. Fingers trailed along the dampened flesh, nails leaving pin scratches in their wake as he grabbed and groped across his chest.

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Yoongi was awestruck, refusing to let his eyes close as he watched the omega’s deft fingers run up the sides of his own neck and into his hair, pulling and tugging on it in pure ecstasy. Everything Jimin was doing was pure sin, sinking Yoongi deeper into the -

depths of his spell with each and every moan and cry of ‘alpha’ and ‘harder’.

A sheen of sweat covered both men, the sliding of the omega’s back against the mirror creating a squeaking noise from the damp flesh. That, coupled with the cacophony of other noises echoing around the room, was quickly barreling an incomparable high upon the pair. Yoongi -

himself was becoming nearly incapable of any complete thought, leaning in and attaching his lips to whatever patch of skin he could find, which just so happened to be his nipple. Suckling on the bud, he nipped at it as that familiar ball in the pit of his stomach began to tighten

“Cum for me. Jimin-ah. Cum for your Alpha.” It wasn’t a request, no, it was an order.

Jimin wasn’t one to often follow orders on his own accord, but his body had different plans, seizing as Yoongi slammed into his prostate in hard, short, thrusts. Every nerve in him ignited in an overdose of pleasure, body reaching for the heavens as Yoongi slammed him back down,

feeling the wet tip punch against his bundle of nerves. A hot wave doused over Jimin with little, to no, warning as ropes of white hot cum spurted from his own untouched little red cock.

The thick load shot up his stomach, only making it as far as Yoongi’s chin which was still buried into the younger’s chest, tonguing over his nipple again and again. Dropping his mouth lower, the alpha sucked up the semen, licking up every drop of it he could reach as he -

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continued to fuck Jimin into over-sensitivity, chasing his own release.

The base of his cock began to swell, beautifully filling up all the areas of Jimin that still felt starving for the alpha. Yoongi groaned, pulling out of Jimin quickly, his growing knot catching on the abused rim just before it was too late, stroking himself with deep grunts as -

he came all over the omega’s ass, puffy entrance and the mirror behind him.

Jimin, of course, whined wishing he could have felt the other release inside of him but knowing that 1) it wasn’t safe, neither of them wanted a pup and 2) that they could not be stuck together for as long as it might take his knot to go down.

That did not mean he was happy about it. In fact, he whined and flailed slightly in the mans arms, causing him to press the omega into the mirror harsher and crash their lips together once more.

Muffled protests could only be heard for another moment before Jimin was succumbing to Yoongi’s mouth, tongues meeting in a frantic dance. Jimin could taste himself on the others tongue and if he hadn’t been so completely fucked out, he probably would have gotten turned on all -

over again. He had never been with an alpha who was willing to lick him clean like Yoongi had, but the elder had already made it pretty clear that he was not like any old alpha.

Very carefully, Yoongi gently lowered Jimin to his feet, though keeping him in a tight embrace to make sure he wouldn’t collapse and Jimin couldn’t have been more thankful. His legs were like jelly and his insides felt like they had been rearranged in the best of ways.

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As Jimin slowly came back down to earth, the kiss grew languid and gentle, helping to ground him all the more.

“W-w-wow…” Was all the younger could muster, eyes finally fluttering open to look at the alpha through a haze of lingering pleasure, “You are… wow.”

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Chuckling lightly, Yoongi pushed the omega’s dark hair from his forehead, placing a soft kiss there before cradling his face in his large palm, “You are the one who is wow. I never would have thought… you’re a menace, Park Jimin.”

A blush colored Jimin’s cheeks as he somehow managed to look sweet and innocently bashful with cum still on his stomach and running down his thighs, “Wait until next time when I can move around..”

The fondness Yoongi already felt for the younger bloomed brighter in his chest with the view of the omega smiling at him so preciously.

“Speaking of moving around…” The alpha muttered, pulling away slightly to eye down towards the mess he had made on the floor and mirror, “we should probably get you cleaned up, dressed and shit whipped down before someone comes in.”

With a whine, Jimin flung his arms around Yoongi, burying his face into the sweaty crook of his neck and inhaling deeply, “Fiiiiine… but only if you let me clean you first. With my tongue”

Pulling away, he had a devilish smirk on his lips and that mischievous glint in his eyes once more.

Yoongi couldn’t help it and moaned before shaking his head at the younger, eliciting a giggle from Jimin.

“What’s wrong, hyung? You feeling okay?”

With a small sigh, Yoongi’s lips turned up at the corners slowly, quickly turning into an almost giddy looking smile, “Yeah, Jimin-ah. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘺.”

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I had written up another final scene but it seemed force and this seemed like a wonderful ambiguous ending for our new lovey couple 🧡

Thank you so much for reading and for whatever interaction you might like to provide. I hope you enjoyed!!!😘