Thread by @YooniesPouts

#yoonmin 🔞 Jimin feels ill during class and decides to leave, calling an uber to save walking. It happens that the driver is Yoongi, his brother's friend, aka the perfect alpha that he’s been in love with for years. What happens when they get stranded in a blizzard… -

- and it turns out that Jimin isn’t ill, but going into heat…

#yoonmin #yoonminau #yoonminnsfw #sujim

Tags - a/b/o, omega Jimin, alpha Yoongi, friends to lovers, love confessions, stranded, car sex, snow storm, heat sex, unsafe sex, mentioned/speculated mpreg, knotting, slick, Jimin’s has a hand kink ft Yoongi’s hands, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, praise kink

This is a drabble and will be posted as I write so please ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes ;-;

Big thanks to @microcosmoslove for giving me the inspiration for this prompt <3

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“You okay Chim? Your scent has gone weird,” the curly haired omega whispers in Jimin’s ear, earning a glare from the teaching assistant across the room from them. The class is quiet and boring, as it usually is every Thursday evening.

Jimin shifts in his seat, trying to ignore the nausea that’s been steadily building for the past hour. He didn’t realise his discomfort was made obvious by his scent.

“Yeah, just feeling a bit sick, think I might have caught something from one of the kids the other day, Dayeon was running a bit of the temperature,” Jimin grumbles back, remembering the poor 4 year old who had spent almost an hour crying on him during his placement the other day

The poor thing. He doesn’t exactly want to be ill this close to exams, but it's always a hazard when working with children, especially when training to become a primary school teacher.

“You should head home in the break, get some rest, I’ll send you the notes,” Taehyung smiles back, giving Jimin’s thigh a reassuring squeeze. What would he be without his best friend?

Him and Taehyung had been friends since middle school, the younger having punched an alpha boy in the face when he said that Jimin was too short and chubby for anyone to want him.

The caramel scented omega had taken no time to break the other's nose, getting suspended for a week before coming back and becoming Jimin’s best friend.

So when their professor announces a ten minute break, Jimin packs up his stuff and leaves, walking out into the cold winter evening. The cold air makes him shiver, but it also helps with his steadily burning skin, making his nausea calm slightly as he walks across the campus.

He smiles as he notices a few snowflakes starting to fall, dusting the air around him with white specs, the street lights illuminating the snowfall with a warm hue.

It’s so calm and quiet, most students in class with only a few walking around, also leaving early.

Jimin pulls up his Uber app and orders a ride, relieved when he sees he only has a five minute wait, a driver already being nearby. He just wants to get home as soon as possible, his head starting to hurt and the fever growing more bothersome.

He fights against the temptation to shuck off his thick winter coat, not in the mood for the odd looks he will undoubtedly get.

A car pulls up in the pick-up zone of the road, stopping just next to where Jimin is standing. He checks the licence plate quickly, and when seeing it matches with the app, he walks up to the driver.

But he freezes when he comes face-to-face with none other than Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi, his elder brother's friend, the alpha that Jimin has been crushing on since he was a pre-teen. The perfect alpha in his opinion. He’s handsome, funny, kind, caring, sensitive - okay so maybe Jimin is a bit in love with him…

But who wouldn’t be? He produces music and writes lyrics that sets your very soul on fire.

“Ah, Park Jiminie,” Yoongi grins, his gums showing as he looks up at the omega from his seat in the car, “I wondered if it was you, but thought you would be in class.”

Jimin just shrugs his shoulders before rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, feeling weirdly nervous as he gives an awkward laugh.

He doesn’t know why, but it’s like suddenly his fever spikes, causing a look of discomfort to flash across his face. Yoongi notices and his brow furrows.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah-yeah, sorry,” Jimin hurries out, not wanting to look like a complete idiot. /Come on Jimin, you’re not a teenager anymore, stop acting like one/, he internally scolds himself. “Think I might have caught something from one of the kids, Tae sent me home.”

Yoongi’s brow furrows more, looking concerned, but a small snort leaves his nose when Jimin mentions Taehyung.

“He’s right, you should get home and rest, come on - get in, let's get you home.”

Jimin nods, opening the door to the backseats and sliding in, leaning against the soft leather with a sigh after closing the door behind him.

Inside the car is comforting, the enclosed and secure space making him feel much better, and the slight hint of Yoongi’s spiced clove scent helps him to relax almost embarrassingly fast.

He misses the way Yoongi looks at him in the rear view mirror, the alphas nostrils flaring as he takes in a deep breath of Jimin's scent. His body freezing and eyes growing wide.

“Jimin-ah, you sure you’re ill? And that it’s not… something else?” The elder stutters out, Jimin snapping his head up from where he had practically melted into the seat.

The omega seems confused, trying to garner what the other could mean, all while pushing his hair back, trying to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. His body steadily growing warmer.

“What do you mean?”

“I-uh, nothing I guess,” Yoongi’s eyes flicker between Jimin’s own in the mirror and staring at the road in front of them, teeth biting lightly at the bottom of his lip as if he’s in thought. “Let's just get you home safe before it gets worse.”

Jimin can see that something is bothering the other, in all the years he’s known the alpha, he always gets this tightness to his facial features when something is bothering him. Like his eyebrows just can’t relax naturally.

But Jimin lets it go, his stomach starting to cramp uncomfortably - he’s more concerned about trying not to throw up in Yoongi’s car. How embarrassing would that be?

“Okay,” he breathes out, trying to take deep breaths in through his nose, letting the air back out through his mouth.

They fall into a fairly comfortable silence as Yoongi pulls back out onto the road. Jimin rests his head against the window, almost moaning at how good the cold glass feels against his burning skin. He watches as the snow falls outside, much heavier than before.

The pavements and road slowly becoming covered in white, like a blanket, glowing softly and making the dark evening brighter under the street lights.

It’s pretty to watch, Jimin zoning out as he watches the thick flakes fall, some landing on the window, allowing the omega to take in the six-sided crystalline structure of each individual flake. But he’s quickly pulled out of his haze by a curse coming from the front seat.

“Shit,” Yoongi grunts to himself, making Jimin’s head snap up and look to the front of the car, about to ask what is wrong before seeing for himself.

The snow is thick and falling fast, the windscreen wipers only able to keep up with so much before the glass is coated in the white frost again.

He hears the ticking of the indicator before Yoongi is slowly moving to the side of the road, the car coming to a stop.

“Fuck, I was hoping we would miss the storm,” the alpha curses again, looking at Jimin in the mirror again, a grimace on his face.

Jimin tries to ignore how distressed the situation makes him feel. He’s fine, they just have to wait out the storm, he’ll be home soon, he can wait a bit longer.

They’re in no rush… But still, it’s like his mind is screaming at him. He needs his flat. He needs to be home and safe. He needs his nest…

“I can walk the rest of the way,” his mouth opens before he can even think. He can’t be too far from home, right? Just a ten minute walk. Sure, the storm may make it longer, but the cold will be good, will help calm the heat that’s burning throughout his body, help him-

“No.”

Goosebumps erupt across Jimin’s skin at the slightly domineering tone of the alphas voice, his eyes growing wide. He has to fight the whimper that threatens to leave his throat, but he’s not sure he’s entirely successful by the almost panicked look on the alpha’s face.

Why is he acting like thi? What is wrong with him??

“Sorry, that was- what I mean is- you can’t Jimin-ah, it’s too dangerous,” Yoongi stutters through an explanation, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles grow white.

He seems unable to hold eye contact with Jimin anymore, avoiding looking at him through the mirror.

“I have my coat hyung, it’s fine, I’ll take a warm shower when I get home to-”

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi cuts him off.

The alpha looks down at his hands before taking a deep breath, the car silent apart from the sound of the quiet snow outside.

“Jimin-ah, you’re in heat.”

It’s like his body shocks into action at those words, his eyes widening as a whine leaves his throat, his cock growing hard in the restraint of his pants, slick starting to drip out of his suddenly desperate entrance.

He gasps, curling forward on himself as a painful cramp wracks through him, another whine leaving his lips at the desperation.

Luckily he’s not slipped into the hazy mindset of heat yet, still feeling sane and non-delirious as he snaps his head up and locks eyes with Yoongi in the mirror once more.

“I’m sorry.”

Jimin whispers out the words, feeling embarrassed and guilty at having caused the alpha to be in this situation with him. It’s his fault, he should have noticed. His heat wasn’t due for another few weeks but the stress of exams must have messed with his cycle.

“You have nothing to apologise for, it’s me that’s sorry,” Yoongi looks to the side, out of the window of his door, -

- “I knew you were in heat when you entered the car, I should have made you call a heat cab instead of being an asshole alpha about it and wanting to protect you somehow, sounds stupid now that I say it out loud.”

Jimin can’t help the way his heart flutters at the words. Yoongi wanted to… protect him? But why? Of course alphas can be protective of omegas when they’re in heat, but usually not ones they don't care about.. Does Yoongi actually care about him?

“You… you wanted to protect me?” Jimin croaks out through another wave of pain, Yoongi huffing at the words before leaning back against his headrest and rubbing at his face with his hands.

“It sounds even more stupid when you say it.”

The giggle slips out of him before he can help it, the omega internally scolding himself for laughing in what is a very serious conversation.

“It’s not stupid, it’s…,” Jimin stops, his mind reeling at the thought of saying anything that could give away his feelings. It’s what? Nice? Good? Makes him want to get on all fours and present himself like their wolf ancestors?

Maybe he should say something to hint at how he feels…

“I like it.”

He watches through the mirror as Yoongi’s mouth opens in shock, the scent of spiced clove slipping into the car more strongly as the alpha subconsciously reacts. It makes Jimin want to purr, feeling happy to make the elder react in such a way.

Yoongi swallows.

“You’re just saying that because you’re in heat,” the alpha grumbles out, an air of disappointment and sadness shining through the emotions on his face.

Jimin doesn’t like that.

Fuck it.

“You think I only like it because I’m in heat?” He raises an eyebrow when the elder looks back at him in the reflection, “You really haven’t noticed how stupidly in love I’ve been with you for almost 10 years?”

Silence.

It’s deafening.

Jimin can hear his heart beating in his ears, it’s fast, each pulse driving him closer and closer to insanity as he waits for Yoongi to say something. Anything.

The alpha’s face seems to be blank, void of anything other than shock. But his eyes say otherwise. It’s like Jimin can see the thoughts swirling around in his irises, pupils shrinking and dilating as he thinks. It takes what feels like aeons before Yoongi finally speaks.

“You… You love… me?”

The alpha seems so unsure, as if he doesn’t believe it. Jimin wants to both laugh and cry at the absurdity of the situation, but another wave of cramps stops him from doing either, causing him to just let out a curse and clench his jaw as he rides it out.

He really hopes he doesn’t leave a stain on the leather seats as he feels more slick drip out of him.

“Yes you idiot,” Jimin snaps out through the pain before quickly looking up at the alpha apologetically. “Sorry, now really isn’t the best time for this conversation.”

“Let me help you.”

Yoongi’s words ricochet through Jimin’s body, a tidal wave of arousal flooding him as he lets out a small mewl, hands clenching in the material of his coat to stop himself from lunging at the elder.

“I- I can’t,” Jimin stutters out, “as much as I want to, I can’t.”

Silence fills the car again.

“Why can’t you?” Yoongi seems genuinely confused, his brow furrowing, the corners of his lips downturned slightly. It sparks anger in the omega at how oblivious he still seems to be. Jimin scoffs.

“I’m not in the mood to get my heart broken, thanks,” he huffs out, concentrating on his breathing, finally giving in and taking off his coat to try and damper down some of the heat. He can feel sweat coating his body, like another layer of skin.

This just seems to confuse the alpha even more.

“Heart broken? What? But I - Jimin-ah, I love you too.”

All air leaves Jimin’s lungs and it’s like he forgets to breathe as he snaps his head up. Surely he didn’t hear correctly? Right?

“What?” The word comes out as more of a breath than a proper word. Just a noise of disbelief.

Yoongi’s face transforms, from one of confusion to one of softness. A gentle smile claiming his lips, his eyes shining with happiness.

“I love you Jimin-ah, I always hid it because your brother would’ve killed me for even looking at you, I didn’t even hope to think you felt the same way.”

The admission has Jimin whining in the back of his throat, his scent blooming out even stronger, sickly sweet tangerines filling the car and blending perfectly with Yoongi’s spiced clove. It creates a spiced citrus, the perfect combination.

“Hyung, please,” Jimin whines out, his heat threatening to take over now that he knows he’s close to an alpha that cares about him, loves him. An alpha that wants to be his.

Yoongi grits his teeth, once more grabbing the steering wheel, clenching it hard as he tries to breathe through his mouth.

“Jimin-ah, if I come back there, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

The omega’s breath stutters.

“Then don’t.”

The growl rumbles through Yoongi’s chest, loud as it fills the car. Jimin can’t help but whine loudly, not even thinking as he starts stripping out of his clothes, discarding his shoes first before kicking off his jeans.

A gust of cold air covers his skin and he shivers as the door to the empty back seat suddenly opens, Yoongi having left his place behind the wheel and decided to join him in the back - they’ll have more room this way.

The omega doesn’t even care about the dusting of snow now coating the elder, he grabs ahold of the front of his shirt as soon as the alpha is close enough and yanks.

Yoongi stumbles slightly and loses his balance but doesn’t care when there is suddenly a pair of desperate lips attacking his own.

Yoongi groans into the kiss, grabbing the middle headrest to gain balance while using his other hand to take ahold of the omega’s slim waist.

Jimin whines at the touch, pushing Yoongi down onto the seat before climbing on top of him, straddling the alpha as he continues to press their lips together.

It’s wet and messy, desperate and needy, nothing like what either of them imagined their first kiss would be. But it’s still perfect. Jimin tastes so sweet as Yoongi runs his tongue along the omega’s lower lip, nibbling it slightly until the younger gasps, -

- letting him slip the appendage inside and taste him fully.

Jimin practically melts into the attention, hands travelling up the alphas broad chest to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to grab and keep hold of the elder as he starts to slowly grind down, moaning sweetly at the feeling of Yoongi’s hardening cock.

Yoongi breaks away from the kiss with a gasp, hands gripping Jimin’s waist tightly as he tips his head back with a curse, not stopping Jimin’s movements, just allowing the omega to take what he needs.

The younger takes advantage of Yoongi’s now exposed neck, breathing heavily as he leans forwards and nuzzles into his scent gland, whining at how good the strong scent is at the source.

He can’t help but lathe his tongue over it, sucking slightly, wanting to leave a mark as taste the other as he continues to grind his hips.

“Fuck, Jimin-ah, what do you need baby?”

Jimin practically purrs at the pet name, a small pleased rumble in his chest as he pulls away from the elders neck and pulls him in for another kiss, wanting everything all at once.

“Need you, alpha, need you please,” he pants out, slick now well and truly dripping down his thighs, his boxers soaked and Yoongi’s slacks wet with the moisture.

“Want my cock?” Yoongi asks, bucking his own hips up and pulling a deep moan from the other's chest. But Jimin shakes his head.

“N-no, want, want your fingers,” the omega whimpers out, moving a hand down to grab one of Yoongi’s. The alpha frowns slightly.

“My fingers?”

If Jimin’s skin wasn’t already flushed from heat, his cheeks would be red with embarrassment.

“Yes, I’ve thought about them so much,” he whines out, nuzzling back into Yoongi’s scent gland as he talks, “they’re so long, everytime you play the guitar or piano I just think of how they would feel inside of me, want to cum on them.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi croaks out at the admission. He’d never thought of his own fingers being anything special before.

“That’s the idea,” Jimin grumbles out, kissing his way up Yoongi’s neck before biting on the lobe of his ear, playing with the hoops there. The alpha can’t help but snort at the sassy response, smiling at being reminded of one of the reasons why he fell in love with -

- Jimin in the first place.

The way that Jimin will call him out for things, how they bicker, Jimin's brother always rolling his eyes at them. It makes Yoongi wonder if his friend knew. The way he would let Jimin join them a lot, even if the younger couldn’t help much with production.

“You’re a menace,” Yoongi chuckles, slipping his hands down from Jimin’s waist to squeeze the plump globes of his ass. The omega groans, moving back into his palms, encouraging Yoongi to grope them some more.

“Take them off,” Jimin whines out, leaning back slightly to tear off his shirt, staying still as Yoongi gets the memo and slides his soaking wet underwear down his thighs, both of them working together to get them off of the omegas legs until he’s sat naked on Yoongi’s lap.

Yoongi can’t help but stare, breath catching in his throat.

Jimin is beautiful.

The way the flush settles on his tanned skin, spreading across his chest and growing lighter the more it goes down.

His waist is small, his body toned but still holding a layer of softness that omega’s naturally possess, his hips and stomach holding more of it and Yoongi just wants to sink his teeth into every inch of skin.

The omega’s cock is small, like most male omegas, and hard. It looks desperate for attention as it sits against his stomach, the tip a dark red as it leaks precum down the length.

“Beautiful,” Yoongi whispers out, locking eyes with a now glazed over set, “my beautiful omega.”

Jimin chirps at the praise, leaning forward to press their lips together again, Yoongi letting the omega control the pase, enjoying the languid and passionate movements of his tongue.

Yoongi allows himself to traverse the plains of Jimin’s naked body with his hands, mapping out every divot, every slight blemish he can feel in the skin, before letting them wander back down to his ass.

He spreads the cheeks, kneading them slightly, before using one hand to meander between the plump globes, slick coating his fingers as he brushes over Jimin’s taint.

The omega’s breath hitches as he whines, needing more.

Yoongi speeds things up a bit, knowing how uncomfortable Jimin must be with his heat flaring in him. He rubs a finger over the wet pucker, just massaging the ring of muscle until the omega is practically mewling, before slowly inserting his middle finger.

Jimin gasps at the intrusion, feeling as each knob of Yoongi’s knuckles breaches and stretches him. A wave of pleasure bursts forth, the omega tipping his head back as he starts grinding his hips down, riding Yoongi’s finger in desperation.

The finger squelches in and out lewdly, Jimin leaking slick liberally as he whimpers with need.

“Shhh, alpha’s got you baby,” Yoongi coos, slowly slipping in a second finger as he dips his head forward to press kisses to the omegas neck, growling lowly as he laps at Jimin’s scent gland, sweet and tangy citrus coating his tongue as it blossoms out of the younger.

He starts to thrust his fingers with more pressure, experimenting with angles, crooking them slightly this way and that. Until he finds the spot that has Jimin’s toes curling, a high pitched mewl ringing out of his lips as his hips stutter in the overwhelming pleasure.

Yoongi is shocked at how sensitive Jimin seems to be as he brushes over the spot again and receives the same reaction.

“Baby is so sensitive, can’t wait to have you whining on my knot, can you take it Jimin-ah? Will you be able to take my knot if you’re this responsive just to two fingers?”

Jimin nods with a whine, biting his lip as Yoongi continues to massage his prostate, thick globs of precum leaking from his cock, staining the alpha’s shirt between them.

The omega frowns, finally seeing through his haze and realising that the alpha is still fully dressed. He whines in the back of his throat and starts pawing at the material of his top. Yoongi’s brow furrows for a second before realising what Jimin wants.

He pulls out his fingers from the omega’s entrance and is about to wipe them off on his shirt before his inner alpha gets the best of him and he ends up popping them in his mouth.

He moans at the sweet taste, promising to eat Jimin out once they finally get into the comfort of the omega’s nest.

With his fingers now clean, Yoongi is quick to pull the shirt over his head and undo his jeans; wriggling them and his underwear off with a needy omega on your lap proves to be not the easiest.

As soon as his cock is free, now resting against his stomach, the flushed dark pink of the tip contrasting against the pale skin of his abdomen, Jimin grabs it between his small hands.

Yoongi hisses at the touch, unaware of how desperate his own body has been feeling, too busy focussed on Jimin’s needs. The omegas heat pheromones having him in a headspace to please, make the omega happy. But now all his thoughts are slowly changing to ‘breed, fuck, knot.’

Jimin runs his hands up and down Yoongi’s cock, eyes wide as he just stares at the way he can’t even wrap his hand fully around the girth.

Alpha’s are known for having big cocks - their knots even bigger - and Jimin can feel himself literally dripping at the thought of sinking down on the length in front of him.

His thoughts are interrupted when three fingers are suddenly pushing their way inside of him, making him whine and snap his head up to see Yoongi smirking.

“Did you forget what we were doing baby? How are you meant to take my knot if I don't stretch you on my fingers first, hmm?” The words come out as a slight growl, Jimin entranced by the slight golden glow in Yoongi’s eyes as his alpha starts to get overwhelmed by the heat scent.

Yoongi can feel himself slowly giving in to his instincts, but he told Jimin he would make him cum from his fingers before fucking him. And he’s determined too.

Jimin mewls loudly as the alpha uses all three fingers currently stretching him deliciously to stroke at his inner walls, targeting his prostate until a different kind of warmth starts to build. He can feel it, whining and whimpering as he gets closer and closer.

“Alpha, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me omega.”

Jimin’s eyes roll back as Yoongi keeps assaulting his sensitive spot, forcing the orgasm out of him as he spurts pearly white drops onto their stomachs.

The omega trembles and shivers, clenching around the now still fingers inside of him and trying to catch his breath as a low purr erupts in his chest. He leans forwards and affectionately nuzzles into Yoongi’s neck, just breathing in the scent of his alpha while coming -

- down from the endorphin rush.

Yoongi moves his free hand up to stroke through Jimin’s hair, moving the damp strands out of his face as he just massages his scalp, smiling in endearment at the soft purrs the younger creates.

Jimin chirps in satisfaction and presses a kiss to the alphas scent gland, feeling like he could happily fall asleep in the elders lap if it weren’t for the heat still rearing its head and begging for him to be knotted.

“So good for me Jimin-ah,” Yoongi’s deep voice rumbles out, making the omega smile into his neck, “You ready for my knot?”

Jimin nuzzles into the spicy smelling scent gland before pulling away and sitting up straight on the alpha’s lap.

“How do you want me?”

So many images flash through Yoongi’s mind, Jimin in different positions, each of them more lewd than the last. But he shakes himself out of it.

He doesn’t want his first time with the omega to be all about knotting him, sure, that’s going to be part of it because Jimin’s heat requires it. But he wants this to be right

“I want to watch you as I knot you.” Jimin’s breath wavers as Yoongi watches the omega’s pupils dilate. “Lay down on your back across the seats baby.”

Jimin does as he’s told, both of them glad that they’re fairly small in stature and that the car is large enough for three people to fit comfortably in the back. He spreads his legs, biting his lip shyly at being in such a vulnerable position.

Allowing Yoongi to see all of him so openly.

“My omega is so beautiful,” Yoongi purrs out, settling himself between Jimin’s thighs, the omega purring back as he wraps his legs around Yoongi’s waist, his arms wrapping around the alphas torso and settling on the defined muscles of his back.

“Your omega,” Jimin whispers back, eyes glistening with happiness.

“Your alpha.”

Yoongi presses forwards, bringing them into a soft but loving kiss as he reaches down and rubs the tip of his cock against Jimin’s entrance. The omega moans, small fingers digging into Yoongi’s back and legs trying to bring him closer in encouragement.

It doesn’t take much for Yoongi to press forwards, his length breaching the tight ring of muscle as the tip pops through, causing Jimin to throw his head back in pleasure. Jimin pants as Yoongi slowly slides in, feeling more and more full with each inch.

He whines as he feels the alpha bottom out, clenching around the thick length and feeling like he could cum just from that.

“Fuck, Jimin-ah, you’re tight,” Yoongi grunts out, taking deep breaths of his own as he tries to calm himself down, eyes flickering from gold to brown.

“Alpha,” Jimin‘s voice is surprisingly calm, grasping Yoongi’s attention as he opens his eyes and is met with glowing blue irises.

“Breed me.”

Yoongi feels like he stops breathing for a second, until Jimin’s face erupts in the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. A smile that had his heart the first time he had the privilege to be on the receiving end. A smile that he wants to see every day for the rest of his life.

“You’re such a brat,” Yoongi huffs out before leaning down and claiming Jimin’s lips.

He doesn’t know if Jimin was joking, but Yoongi’s instincts are going haywire, his inner alpha growling at him to listen to the omega, so he does.

He starts off slow, Jimin moaning at just the smallest of movements, just as sensitive - if not more so - than before. He takes his time, letting the omega feel every thrust, sharing kisses as their moans ring out in the car, -

- condensation having long fogged the windows as the water drips down the glass.

The snow outside is still coming down in thick flakes, coating the ground, but neither of them care about that. Right now all that matters is them.

“Alpha, please,” Jimin whines out, feeling overwhelmed as his heat starts to grow too much. “Need your knot.”

Yoongi growls as he finally picks up the pace, sitting back on his knees and pushing Jimin’s knees to his chest before proceeding to fuck into him hard enough that the omega sees stars.

Jimin is loud as he moans and mewls, Yoongi wouldn’t be surprised if anyone nearby could hear him, as well as the loud squelching of slick, an abundance flowing continuously out of Jimin’s hole.

He’ll have to get his seats cleaned after this - 100% worth it.

“Want me to breed you baby?” Yoongi growls out, snapping his hips forward aggressively.

Jimin cries out at the words, Yoongi watching with wide eyes as the omega cums all over his chest, hole clenching impossibly tightly around his length as Jimin’s face goes slack.

“Shit, that was hot, fuck Jimin-ah,” the alpha groans.

He lets Jimin catch his breath for a couple of minutes before continuing with the same pace as before. He doesn’t know why, but a thought suddenly flashes in his mind and he stops, eyes wide.

“Jimin-ah, baby, are you on birth control?”

The omega freezes, mouth open and closing a few times as he thinks, before he replies in a quiet voice.

“No.”

They stare at each other for a minute, just catching their breaths, before Jimin’s breath hitches with a small heat cramp causing him pain. Yoongi’s brow furrows.

“Baby if I knot you… you could…”

“I know,” Jimin whines, looking anywhere but at the alpha.

“Jimin-ah, look at me.”

Jimin looks up under his lashes, face still flushed from heat and eyes damp.

“Fuck, baby, it’s your call.”

Jimin's eyes grow wide with shock.

“What are you saying hyung?” The younger breathes out.

“I’m saying, it’s up to you, I would mate you right now if we weren’t in this damn car, and as soon as you’re safe in your nest, I plan on doing so. If you want a pup, we can have a pup.” Jimin still looks unsure, anxious even.

“You’re it for me Jimin-ah, I’ve known that since we met.”

Jimin sniffles, choking out a sob before lowering his legs and pulling Yoongi back down into a strong embrace, nuzzling into his scent gland and taking deep breaths of that reassuring and comforting spiced clove.

“You’re it for me too Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi lets out a cross between a pleased growl and a purr, sucking a mark next to Jimin’s scent gland in place of a mating bite - for now.

“Pup me please alpha.”

Yoongi growls into Jimins throat and snaps his hips forward on instinct, pulling a gasp out of the youngers mouth. He bites down on the skin of Jimin’s shoulder, leaving the imprints of his teeth and making his whimper, rim clenching around him as more slick leaks around his cock

Jimin feels like he’s in heaven, unable to stop himself from smiling as not just physical pleasure but emotional pleasure fills him too. Knowing that the man he has been pining after for so long loves him back, wants to mate him, wants to raise a family with him.

All of the problems and issues can be fixed at a later date, all that matters right now is Yoongi.

“I love you,” Jimin whispers out into the cool air of the car, between pants and whines with each thrust.

Yoongi pulls away from his neck and they lock eyes as the elder continues his movements, Jimin meeting each rock of his hips. The alpha smiles, probably too soft for what they’re doing, but he can’t help it.

“I love you too.”

Yoongi leans back down and presses their lips together as he feels his knot starting to prickle, the undeniable feeling of it swelling at the base of his length. Jimin must feel it too as he gasps before whimpering at the added stretch.

“Alpha. Knot.” He pants into Yoongi’s mouth, stealing desperate kisses as his heat burns high at the feeling of finally getting what he’s needed all along.

“Fuck, almost baby,” Yoongi grits out, pressing his hips in harder, a low growl rumbling in his chest with every thrust, until his knot swells big enough that it pops through Jimin’s rim but he can’t tug it back out.

Jimin squeals, body trembling as Yoongi’s knot swells inside of him, pressing against his prostate until he is practically babbling, the feeling of the alpha’s release being the thing to tip him over the edge.

His vision flashes white, his body exhausted after cumming three times in quick succession. The omega feels like he could pass out, blissful and happy with a faint buzz of pleasure as he feels Yoongi scenting him, purrs rumbling out of both of their chests.

They catch their breaths, both in a haze of satisfaction and post-orgasmic bliss. Yoongi manages to roll and shuffle them so that he’s the one lying on his back; an impressive feat in the backseat of a car.

Jimin lays on Yoongi’s chest, content to stay there as they wait for the alpha’s knot to go down. They stay in comfortable silence, sharing the occasional kiss, nuzzling into one another's scent glands for comfort.

“Your brother’s gonna kill me you know,” Yoongi huffs out after a few minutes.

Jimin can't help but snort with laughter, grinning down at his alpha.

“I think you could take him,” he hums out, giggling at the unamused look on Yoongi’s face.

“He’s like, over 6 foot tall Jimin-ah, I’m a dead man.”

Jimin can’t stop giggling, Yoongi joining in his laughter and shaking his head in amusement.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll bring flowers to your grave every week,” Jimin jests, grinning like a fool at Yoongi’s scowl.

“Why did I have to fool in love with a brat?”

“Same reason I fell in love with a soon to be dead man.”

Yoongi huffs, giving up as he decides to silence Jimin’s laughs with a kiss, both unaware of the now clear skies outside.

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