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Park Jimin shoulders his way past a slow-walking, sour-smelling alpha, ignoring the indignant bellow coming from behind him. He officially deserves a medal. Or one of those shiny, diamond-encrusted plaques. One that is emblazoned with the words Kim Namjoon recognizes and is eternally grateful for the brave efforts of Park Jimin. If not that, at least he thinks he deserves the right to strangle Kim Namjoon the second this fool’s errand is over.
Pulling his phone from his jacket pocket, Jimin curses aloud as he checks the time on his lit-up phone screen. Fifty-nine minutes left.
Leave it to Namjoon to forget the one thing he absolutely has to have for his final project presentation. And Jimin, the amazing best friend that he is, offered to swing by Namjoon’s apartment and pick up the flash drive that the bumbling himbo left on his coffee table in his haste to meet his boyfriend for coffee before his presentation.
I guess he has his priorities straight, Jimin thinks to himself as he turns his spare key in the lock to Namjoon’s front door and quickly makes his way inside. Luckily, he spots the bright yellow Pikachu shaped flash drive on the coffee table within a few seconds and is ready to be on his way to the university as quickly as possible.
“Pikachu, I choose you!” Jimin chuckles to himself as he snatches the drive up, turning on his heel to race back out the door, as quickly as he came, when he suddenly hits a wall. It isn’t a physical wall, of course; he has been in this apartment enough times to know exactly where all of the actual walls firmly reside.
No, this impenetrable barrier is composed of a delicious yet overpowering scent. The air has become thick with it, so heavy it coats his tongue, slides down his throat like honey. His next breath comes shallow. Difficult. Vanilla musk smothered in spicy cinnamon and sharp cloves. He recognizes that vanilla musk. That’s Yoongi, Namoon’s older brother. But the cinnamon? The cloves? Those are new.
His brain is screaming at him to run. He’s in a rush. Nothing good can come from sticking around. But his feet betray him. So he doesn’t head for the front door. Instead, pure, unadulterated curiosity is dragging him down the hallway toward the door that he knows leads to Yoongi’s bedroom, a room that he has rarely gone inside, in real life, at least. In Jimin’s dreams, though, he has spent far more time in this room than he would ever care to admit out loud.
The closer he gets to Yoongi’s door, the stronger the scent becomes, the air thick with it, and then, when Jimin is just a step away from the half open door, he hears something he has only fantasized about.
A low, guttural moan escapes through the half-open door and practically vibrates down Jimin’s spine. The timbre is unmistakably Yoongi’s. But deeper. Wrecked. Against his better judgment, Jimin leans in. He has to grip the doorframe to keep his knees from buckling at the sight before him.
There, sprawled on the bed, is the alpha of Jimin’s filthiest fantasies. Yoongi’s head is thrown back, a vein throbbing in his neck, his large hand working a furious rhythm over himself. His abs clench with each stroke, a bead of sweat trailing down the defined V of his hips. The wet sound of slick skin fills the room. But what knocks the breath from Jimin’s lungs is the knot. It’s swollen and glistening, rivaling anything Jimin had ever seen in the privacy of his incognito browser tabs.
“Mmm, yeah. Fuck, that feels so good.”
The rough, gravelly praise sends a jolt of electricity straight through Jimin’s core. He slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle a gasp, realizing too late that his chin is already wet. And he isn’t just wet there. The heavy scent of honey and peaches is blooming in the hallway, his own slick betraying him instantly.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Jimin screams internally as he quietly tries to back away from the half open door, praying that he doesn’t make even the slightest sound. He tells himself he needs to grab that stupid, cursed Pikachu flash drive he came here for and disappear, like he had never even set foot in this godforsaken, delicious smelling den of sin. Jimin has taken four very quiet steps away from the door, while he begins to look over his shoulder to make sure he isn’t going to run into anything when his heart stops.
“Jimin-ah? Is that you?”
Fuck! No, this can’t be happening! There is no way he knows I am here! I didn’t even make a fucking sound! Jimin’s heart starts beating again, but now it is racing, thundering in his chest and his ears in a rhythm that he doesn’t think is good for his health. Convincing himself if he just doesn’t respond to Yoongi, the alpha will chalk it up to a silly little mistake on his own part, Jimin finally turns around and begins to move quickly towards the living room, intent on grabbing the flash drive and booking it out the front door.
As he rounds the couch, his eye on the bright yellow prize, he hears the door to Yoongi’s bedroom creak open, and he holds his breath as he peers to his right, hoping against all hope that he won’t see Min Yoongi standing in the hallway. All hope is lost, apparently, because there, in broad daylight, with only a pair of very loose gray sweatpants doing nothing to hide the rather large, rather noticeable bulge underneath, stands the alpha that Jimin was hoping to elude.
“Jimin-ah?" Yoongi drags in a deep breath, tasting the air more than smelling it. "I thought you might be here. What are you doing?”
Panicked, all Jimin can do is squeak and lunge for the flash drive, holding it in the air like some kind of ancient relic for all to marvel at, before he mumbles “in a rush” before he bolts to the front door, making it out to the hallway before Yoongi can say anything else. He leans against the closed door at his back and tries to steady his breathing, knowing his panting has little to do with his quick escape. It’s like he can still taste Yoongi’s scent on his tongue; the air had been so heavy with it.
“Kim Namjoon, you fucking owe me so big for this,” Jimin whispers to himself as he begins to make his way out of the apartment building, desperately trying to ignore the way his damp underwear sticks to his ass with every step towards the university.
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A few days later, Jimin’s whole friend group is crammed into Namjoon and Yoongi’s apartment, celebrating the end of finals. Jimin aced his exams; he knows he did, and Namjoon’s final Art History presentation went off without a hitch. No thanks to that eye-opening detour Jimin took to retrieve that stupid yellow Pikachu flash drive for his best friend.
And that moment was life-altering. Or at least, it’s altered something inside Jimin because now, as he sits on the floor of Yoongi and Namjoon’s apartment, toasting goodbye to these last few absolutely brutal months, Jimin finds himself fighting the urge to sneak glances at a certain alpha’s lap. He has failed miserably.
His friends are buzzing with excitement and post-finals adrenaline, and the room is filled with conversation layered upon conversation. Normally, Jimin could keep up, long ago having perfected the art of participating in three or four conversations at a time. But tonight? Tonight, all he can focus on is the fact that he is fairly certain Yoongi’s cock is soft, but Jimin can still see a very large, very noticeable bulge along the side of the alpha’s leg. He's been so careful for years. Years of hiding every lingering glance, every sharp intake of breath when Yoongi walked by. And now he's about to blow it all because he can't stop imagining that cock stretching him open.
“Jiminie! Why are you staring at Yoongi’s pants like that?” Hobi’s voice penetrates the lust-fueled haze of Jimin’s brain. The cheery, rosy cheeked beta looks between Jimin and Yoongi’s gray sweatpants, and his eyes narrow, and his head tilts in that way that lets them all know he is being his most judgmental self. “Really, hyung? Sweatpants? At a celebration? No wonder Jiminie can’t stop staring at you. Such a disgrace.”
The group of friends watches on as Hobi laughs out loud, falling into Namjoon’s lap as tears stream down his face at his own words, before they all join in laughing right along with the drunk beta. All, that is, except Jimin and Yoongi. Jimin can’t keep his eyes from widening at being caught staring, a blush that has nothing to do with the four glasses of soju he has already thrown back spreading across his face. He tries to laugh, but it sounds nervous and uncomfortable, even to his own ears.
Of course, Yoongi isn’t laughing, either. Not even the small, indulgent smile he often shares on Hobi’s behalf. No, the alpha isn’t laughing or smiling. There’s a knowing smirk spreading across his face as he meets the omega’s embarrassed gaze. Yoongi doesn’t say anything, doesn’t defend his wardrobe choices, and his smirk never falters, even as he slowly, deliberately adjusts the fabric of his pants to fit even more snugly around the bulge that Jimin hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of all night, apparently.
Jimin tries to hide his gasp behind another poor attempt at laughter, since his friends still haven’t composed themselves, but the glint in Yoongi’s eyes tells him he didn’t succeed. He doesn’t want to admit it, acknowledge the fact that there is something so sinfully hot about the way Yoongi doesn’t shy away from Jimin’s obvious interest in the alpha’s abundant package. But the faint scent of honey-covered peaches begins to waft through the air, and the omega knows he has to get away, put some distance between him and Yoongi before his friends realize what the alpha already seems to know.
Standing up abruptly, Jimin forces a cheerful tone to his voice as he backs away from the six men taking up residence in Namjoon and Yoongi’s living room. “You guys are so drunk. Speaking of, soju is hitting.” He gestures in the direction of the hallway over his right shoulder before turning on his heel and practically racing to the safety of the bathroom.
Shutting the door behind himself, he braces his back against the hardwood surface, taking deep breaths and trying to calm his overactive libido when it comes to a very well-endowed alpha in the next room. No matter how much he tries to think of literally anything besides Yoongi, all his ridiculously unhelpful brain can supply are flashes of pale skin, large, veiny hands wrapped around an even larger knot, and the alpha’s grunts and pleasure-filled moans.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” The words he overheard Yoongi whispering to himself, as he stroked up and down and up and down on his more than generous length, keep rattling around in Jimin’s mind. Just like they have for the last four days.
He had heard those words when he was trying to study, when he was sitting in the quiet of a large classroom full of students who were actually focused on their final exams, and, of course, he had heard them over and over as he lay awake in his bed at the end of a long day. His brain has repeated them for him as he took his own, albeit much smaller, dick into his hands, as he teased the rim of his leaking hole, and especially as ropes of thin, milky omega cum streaked across his belly and chest as he reached a draining, yet unsatisfying high. Night after night, the same routine, the same outcome, the same exact words ringing in his ears.
Much to Jimin’s frustration, his escape to the bathroom has done nothing to calm his horny inner omega. In fact, he feels like he is worse off than when he first entered the room, because now the air is thick with the sickening sweet aroma of honey-drizzled peaches. And that’s definitely a wet spot he can feel growing on the back of his underwear.
“Fuck! Not now.” He whisper-yells to himself as he moves towards the sink, gripping the edge with white knuckles as he stares at his reflection in the vanity mirror. His eyes are glassy, his cheeks an even deeper rosy pink than before, and his hair looks an absolute mess from the way he has been running his hands repeatedly through his previously styled dark locks.
Knock. Knock.
“Jimin-ah? It’s Yoongi. I just wanted to check on you.” A pause from the other side of the door. “You looked a bit… flushed earlier.”
Jimin can hear the cocky smirk in Yoongi’s voice, and why is that so fucking sexy? He inwardly curses as his body continues to betray him, even more slick leaking from his clenching entrance. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Jimin finally answers, “I’m fine, hyung. Go back to the party. I will be out in just a few minutes.” His voice doesn’t sound as steady as he was hoping for, though, his words coming out a little breathy, a little… wrecked.
“Are you sure you’re fine?”
Yoongi’s voice doesn’t sound cocky anymore, concern dripping from his words. Maybe that’s why Jimin doesn’t notice the doorknob turning until the door begins to creak open. Before Jimin can stop the alpha from entering, barely having the time to turn around from the vanity, Yoongi is pushing through the doorway, the concern the omega heard in his voice evident on the alpha’s face. Until it’s replaced with shock.
“Fuck, are you in heat, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi’s nostrils flare as his eyes darken, and he quickly closes and locks the door behind him.
Jimin can’t hold back the whine that escapes his mouth as he watches heat and hunger flash in the alpha’s eyes. “Hyung, n-” The omega cuts himself off because if he admits he isn’t in heat, then he has to explain the actual truth. That he is just ridiculously horny for the alpha standing in front of him, Jimin thinks maybe the truth isn’t the best option right now, not with their friends drunk and partying just feet away. “Um, I’m not sure? Maybe my heat is hitting early. I think I should go.”
Yoongi narrows his eyes as he takes in Jimin’s appearance.
“You sure about that?” Another step. “Because this is exactly how you smelled the other day. When you came to get Namjoon’s flash drive.”
Jimin’s heart stops.
“I wondered, ya know?” Yoongi’s voice drops an octave, intimate and dangerous. “Did it make you wet? Watching me stroke my cock, did you imagine I was thinking about you?”
He stops when their bodies are nearly flush, close enough that Jimin can feel the heat radiating off him. The bathroom counter presses into Jimin’s lower back. There’s nowhere to go.
“Yoongi-hyung, wh-” Jimin stumbles over his words as he feels the heat from Yoongi’s breath brushing against his own lips, “What are you talking about? I didn’t see-” Jimin’s words are cut off by the press of one of Yoongi’s long fingers pressing against his lips. One of the same fingers he watched, in rapt fascination, wrap around the alpha’s length and stroke up and down, over and over as Yoongi was laid across his own bed.
“Are you really going to stand here and lie to my face right now, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi doesn’t give Jimin a chance to respond before his hand is trailing across the omega’s hip, inching around his waist to the small of his back and resting right above the waistband of Jimin’s tight jeans. He doesn’t slip his hand beneath the fabric, but there’s a question, a challenge in the alpha’s eyes. One that Jimin wants to answer, tired of fighting how he truly feels.
“I saw you. I saw everything, hyung, and it was more than I had ever imagined in my wildest, filthiest fantasies,” Jimin breathes out, whispering into the silence between them.
It happens in an instant, though it’s apparent they both have been waiting for this moment for so long. Yoongi settles his hand over Jimin’s plump ass at the same time his lips descend upon the omega’s. The kiss isn’t gentle. It is months, years even, of pent-up attraction poured into each other’s mouths. It’s hungry, deep, and everything Jimin imagined it could be. And more. Yoongi’s lips capture his, a nip to his lower lip and it’s warm. It tastes like cinnamon and cloves. Jimin moans into the kiss.
When they finally pull apart, the air is heavy with the delicious aroma of honeyed peaches and vanilla musk wrapped in cinnamon and cloves. All Jimin can think of is how good they smell together, how perfectly their scents blend and meld into one. But complementary scents and one carnal kiss don’t mean that Yoongi feels the same way Jimin does.
Despite the intense desire and dirty fantasies that keep Jimin warm and wet at night, he has always known his feelings run a bit deeper than just lust. How could they not when Yoongi is the epitome of the perfect alpha in Jimin’s opinion? Yoongi is kind, soft-spoken, passionate about subgender equality, talented, smart, and of course, sexy beyond belief.
So obviously Jimin has been in love with Min Yoongi for years, for almost as long as he has known the older man, but he can’t imagine the alpha feels the same or sees him in the same light. To Yoongi, Jimin has always been the annoying best friend of his little brother, right?
What happened between them tonight was just the typical alpha reaction to the scent of an aroused omega. Nothing more. And it would do Jimin well to remember that. To not let himself get tangled up in wild fantasies of the possibility of Yoongi confessing some long kept secret of pining and hidden feelings. It just isn’t going to happen. The world doesn’t work that way.
With that reality check in mind, Jimin takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, and gently places his hands on Yoongi’s chest, lightly pushing to put some space between them, forcing the elder to release his hold on Jimin’s jeans-covered bottom. He doesn’t want to give the alpha the impression that he has done something wrong, but he needs room to breathe, to think, and..
“Jimin-ah?” The confusion in Yoongi’s voice is exactly what Jimin didn’t want. “Did I do something wrong? Did I misunderstand the situation?” The alpha’s eyebrows are furrowed as he gazes at Jimin, that gaze full of uncertainty, and it pulls at something deep in Jimin’s chest.
On instinct, Jimin reaches out and grasps onto Yoongi’s hand, tangling their fingers together, as he softens his own gaze at the alpha and squeezes the other’s hand reassuringly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, hyung. I liked it. Maybe a little too much, if I’m being honest. And… Well, our friends are right outside the door, drinking and celebrating. We should probably go back and join them.” He inclines his head towards the door as he gently slips his hand from Yoongi’s grip and opens the bathroom door.
Jimin doesn’t wait to see if Yoongi follows him, intent on making his way back to the living room and feigning an illness to leave the party early. He knows he can’t sit in close proximity to his friends, not while he still smells of arousal and deep-seated want. He would never hear the end of it; their friends would tease him mercifully, probably tease Yoongi too, since the elder had gone to check on him.
When he gets to the living room, his friends are even more drunk than he remembers. Hobi looks like he has already passed out, the lightweight of the group after all, draped across Namjoon’s lap while his best friend just strokes his fingers lovingly through the beta’s hair, all while laughing at some silly argument between Jungkook and Jin. Taehyung is, as expected, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, looking like he is seconds from joining Hobi.
“Guys, I am gonna head out. I’m not feeling well.” Jimin raises his voice to be heard over the playful banter of the eldest and youngest of their friend group.
Namjoon’s eyes wander over him, concern etched in his features. “Are you okay, Min-ah? You can just stay here if you aren’t feeling well.”
Before Jimin can respond, turn down Namjoon’s kind and expected offer, Yoongi speaks up from behind the couch, the omega not even realizing he has finally rejoined them. “Jimin might be going into early heat,” the look in Yoongi’s eyes tells Jimin not to bother arguing. “I am going to take him home, make sure he isn’t bothered by any overzealous alphas.”
Jimin watches as Yoongi rounds the sofa, making a beeline for the shoe rack near the front door and quickly yet methodically slipping his trainers on before slipping on his leather coat and grabbing his keys from the entry table. He turns to Jimin, expectantly, and the omega quickly decides it’s better to argue in the privacy of Yoongi’s car, not in front of their friends. So he makes his way over to Yoongi and slips his own shoes and jacket on as well.
“Good call, hyung,” Namjoon says from his spot on the couch as he watches them gather their stuff. “Let me know when you make it home, Min-ah. Okay?”
Jimin quickly agrees and follows Yoongi out of the apartment, the door closing softly behind them.
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The ride to Jimin’s apartment is rife with tension, Yoongi’s car filled with dueling scents from both the alpha and the omega. Jimin can still smell the underlying hints of desire, but much to his surprise, Yoongi reeks of frustration and not the pent-up, sexy kind. No, the alpha seems… angry? But Jimin can’t fathom what Yoongi could possibly be upset with him about. The alpha is the one who demanded that he be the one who brought Jimin home, after all. Jimin was perfectly happy to take the train. Alone.
Unable to take the palpable silence a moment longer, Jimin finally breaks. “What is your problem? If taking me home is such an inconvenience, then why did you insist that you be the one to do it? If being in my presence is so uncomfortable, just let me out at the next station.”
“Are you fucking serious, Jimin-ah? I am not letting you get on a train smelling like that. And I’m not uncomfortable. I just always thought you were different, but you turned out to be just like every other omega after seeing a big knot. I guess you could say I am disappointed.”
“Excuse me?! You’re disappointed in me? That’s rich coming from you.”
Jimin is breathing heavily, his own anger is now bubbling to the surface, and he is trying to breathe through his mouth, doing his best to avoid breathing in Yoongi’s intoxicating scent. Which is beyond frustrating to the omega because he doesn’t want to think a single thing about the alpha is intoxicating or anything even close to it, but the truth of the matter is, no matter the harshness of the words said between them, he still has feelings for Yoongi. Still wants him.
Before Yoongi has the opportunity to retort, to ask what Jimin means, the alpha’s car is pulling up in front of the omega’s apartment building. The vehicle is barely even parked before Jimin is vaulting out and making his way through the entry, nodding quickly at the night security. It isn’t long before he has taken the ride up the elevator and is making his way into his own apartment, breathing deeply and trying to calm his rising temper, the sickly sweet scent of desire long gone now.
Just as he is removing his shoes, there is an insistent knocking at his door. Glancing at the hardwood surface, he already knows who it is, knows Yoongi easily gained access to the building from having visited before with their other friends. Sighing, he opens the door, bracing himself to continue the argument that he doesn’t really want to. He honestly doesn’t even remember why they started fighting in the first place, he just knows that he resents being compared to all of the knot-addicted omegas Yoongi is clearly disgusted by.
When the door is fully open, Jimin isn’t greeted by the sight of his best friend’s brother, but rather a bright yellow scrap of wool fabric. One that looks quite familiar, in fact.
“You left this behind,” Yoongi mumbles through what sounds like gritted teeth. Jimin can’t actually tell because he can’t see the dumb alpha, only his own scarf being held out at arm’s length like it has personally offended Yoongi somehow.
“Okay? Thanks, I guess.” Jimin reaches out to grab it but there is resistance from the other side of the fabric. Glaring at Yoongi, he tugs harder but the alpha is stronger and Jimin knows that he has no chance in winning a tug of war with him. Though, why are they fighting over the scarf? “Are you going to give it to me or not? I don’t have all night.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? And I am guessing it was just an accident that you left this scarf that is literally covered in your scent in my car?”
“No? I mean, yes.” Jimin rubs his temples, confusion swirling through his mind, unsure which question to answer first. Before he knows it, Yoongi is crossing the threshold of his apartment, making his way into the entryway, and promptly shutting the door behind him.
“Which is it, Jimin-ah?”
“What the fuck is your problem, Yoongi-hyung?! What did I do to make you so mad? Did I wound your delicate alpha pride when I didn’t bend over and present for you in your bathroom?”
Within the blink of an eye, Yoongi is practically flush against Jimin’s chest, much like they were not that long ago in the alpha’s bathroom. But this time it feels different. There is passion simmering in the alpha’s eyes still, but the tightened corners reveal the anger that the omega still doesn’t quite understand. They’re so close, Jimin can feel every heaving breath that Yoongi exhales against his own skin, but he doesn’t look away, doesn’t back down from whatever this is that seems to finally be coming to a head.
“You know me better than that, Jimin-ah.” The anger begins to visibly dissipate from Yoongi’s face, and there’s a sadness that cracks something inside Jimin, just a little bit. “And I-” the alpha takes a deep, shuddering breath before taking a step back, “I thought I knew you better.”
And there it is again. Yoongi’s declaration that Jimin is somehow different than he always thought him to be. But why? Jimin is tired of trying to decipher what the alpha means. “What does that even mean, Yoongi-hyung? You’ve known me for years. I am still the same Jimin I have always been.”
Taking another step back, Yoongi has a sad smile on his face as he speaks, “But you aren’t. One peek at my knot and suddenly you’re interested in me? That’s not the Jimin I know. The Jimin I thought I knew cared more about what’s on the inside of someone. Not how big an alpha’s knot is.”
“Are you fucking serious right now, Min Yoongi?!”
Jimin sees Yoongi flinch at his harsh tone, but he presses on. If they are going to have this conversation, he will say everything that needs to be said, everything he has been holding in for longer than he can remember.
“I will admit it is a good knot, a great knot, in fact. Best I have ever seen. And yes, I have fantasized about it. Night after night, with my fingers buried deep inside me, moaning your name.”
It takes everything in Jimin to ignore the way Yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise, then immediately flash with anger, because Jimin isn’t done. Not by a long shot.
“The thing is, long before I saw your knot, I fantasized about you. About us. Going on dates. Holding hands. Cuddled up on your couch and annoying Joonie with our own inside jokes and soft touches and shared glances. And yes, I imagined how it would feel when you finally knotted me, but it was always accompanied with the imagery of you, one day, leaving your mating bite on my neck.” A deep breath. “Because that is my ultimate fantasy, Yoongi-hyung. It has been for years.”
The silence hangs between them, and Jimin holds his breath, terrified that he shared too much, went too far. Maybe Yoongi didn’t intend for Jimin to confess to him, in particular. Maybe the alpha just meant that he imagined Jimin falling for someone, someone else, based on more than their physical anatomy. It’s quite possible that Jimin just fucked everything up beyond repair.
“Years?” Yoongi finally breaks the silence with one disbelieving word.
Jimin studies the alpha of his dreams and feels a small flicker of hope ignite deep inside his chest. Yoongi doesn’t look appalled at the idea. In fact, the alpha looks hopeful, too, maybe. There are so many emotions flashing across Yoongi’s face, and Jimin feels like he can’t keep up, but in the end, the other man seems to settle on what appears to be awe.
The omega finally nods in answer to Yoongi’s question. “Years. I don’t even remember when it happened. I just know it was somewhere between when Joon introduced us and that night you answered your phone when I was alone and scared at a party in high school.” He watches as Yoongi stumbles a few steps back and drops onto the couch, disbelief evident in his wide, round eyes.
“Jimin-ah, that was… ” Yoongi glances up at Jimin as the omega joins him on the sofa. Holding Jimin’s gaze, Yoongi asks, “How did I not know? For four years, I had no clue. How?”
Jimin shrugs. “I just got really good at hiding it. I never knew how you felt,” a pause, and Jimin looks away, “still don’t, actually. I am always going to be friends with Joon and didn’t want to take the chance of making it weird between us, I guess.” A finger softly brushes Jimin’s chin before pressure forces him to raise his gaze to Yoongi’s. What he sees there takes his breath away, but the alpha’s next words breathe life back into him.
“You don’t have to wonder anymore. I am in love with you, Jimin-ah. I have been since the night you called me from that party, voice shaking, needing me. Since I drove across the city at 2am just to bring you home safe. I've been yours since then, Jimin-ah, even when I thought I'd never get to have you. I just didn’t think you would ever feel the same way, so I never said-”
Jimin can’t hold back any longer, Yoongi’s confession propelling Jimin closer until the alpha’s words are cut off by Jimin’s lips pressing against his. This kiss is nothing like their first one; it’s full of tenderness and, well, love. Because Jimin loves Yoongi, too, and he will absolutely tell him as soon as he gets his fill of the alpha’s petal-soft lips.
When they finally end the kiss, Jimin leans his forehead against Yoongi’s, gazing into the alpha’s soft, warm brown eyes. “I love you too, Yoongi-hyung,” he whispers before diving right back in to claim another taste of the other’s lips. They are so soft and sweet, and Jimin revels in the way Yoongi’s scent deepens with those hints of cinnamon and cloves and completely envelops him the longer they stay connected by their lips alone.
Realizing he doesn’t have to hold back any longer, that his long-repressed feelings are, in fact, requited after all, Jimin does what he has wanted to do since the moment he saw Yoongi sitting sprawled on his own couch earlier in the evening. Without breaking the connection between their lips, Jimin pushes Yoongi further into the sofa cushion while swinging his left leg over the alpha’s lap, moaning as his ass finally, finally comes into contact with Yoongi’s impressive bulge.
As though the moan that escaped Jimin’s mouth pulled Yoongi from a trance, the alpha pulls back to make eye contact with the omega. “Min? What-” Once again, Yoongi’s words are cut off, but this time it is by the well-timed grind of Jimin’s hips in his lap, the alpha groans as the omega softly rocks against his quickly-hardening cock. “Are you sure, Min? We don’t have to rush. Okay?”
As the scent of syrupy sweet honey permeates the air between them, Jimin leans forward to brush his lips softly against Yoongi’s once more. “I’ve waited long enough, hyung. Years, remember?” He wraps his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling as the living room fills with the scent of a freshly baked peach cobbler, their scents melding together so perfectly, just like Jimin always knew they would.
Jimin feels Yoongi’s large, warm palms envelop his face, cupping his cheeks, forcing him to focus on the alpha and not just the rhythm of his own hips. “I know, baby. We have waited for each other for so long, but shouldn’t we talk more before we,” Yoongi looks down at their laps, “well, you know?” A blush dusts across the alpha’s cheeks, and Jimin can’t stop the way his heart swells with love for the man in front of him.
A tender smile spreads across Jimin’s face as he tightens his embrace around the alpha’s shoulders and settles even deeper into Yoongi’s lap. “We have plenty of time for that later. First, call me ‘baby’ again and let me see that knot again.” He smirks devilishly while trying to hold back a chuckle at Yoongi’s shocked expression. Much to Jimin’s delight, though, Yoongi’s shock quickly turns to flickers of flames and heated passion.
Leaning forward, Yoongi whispers against the shell of Jimin’s ear, “But how will you see my knot when it will be buried deep inside of you while you are screaming my name, baby?”
This is the Yoongi that Jimin has been waiting for, the one he glimpsed through the crack of the alpha’s barely open bedroom door. An alpha that knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to say it, to take it. And Jimin wants so badly to be taken. Right. Fucking. Now.
Moaning, Jimin pulls back and immediately attacks Yoongi’s lips, devouring the alpha’s mouth, pouring every ounce of desire he has held inside for over four years into the kiss. It’s carnal, messy and deep. It’s perfect and the catalyst for them to finally let go, to let their hands explore areas that they have only dreamt of.
Slipping one hand upwards, Jimin intertwines his fingers in the dark strands of hair at the base of Yoongi’s skull while his other slips downwards, forging a slow but determined path down the alpha’s chest until it rests against the waistband of his godforsaken sweatpants. As Jimin pulls away from their kiss, he curls his fingers into the top of the fabric, a question in his eyes. One that Yoongi answers with a quick nod before he quickly attaches his lips to the omega’s neck, right over his swollen scent gland.
The rich scent of thick honey and ripe peaches wafts through the air causing Yoongi to chuckle against the skin of Jimin’s neck. “Is my omega getting wet for me?” He trails his tongue along the side of Jimin’s neck. “Getting desperate for this knot?” Yoongi emphasizes his last word with a thrust of his hips, grinding his growing bulge directly into the wet spot he can feel growing on the bottom of Jimin’s pants.
The more filth that spews from Yoongi’s kiss-bitten lips, the more worked up Jimin gets. He loves the alpha’s soft, sweet side, it’s what made him fall in love with Yoongi, after all. But this version of Yoongi, the man who can’t seem to get enough of teasing him and seems hell-bent on ruining him is the version who has lived rent-free in Jimin’s fantasies for years on end.
Wanting to see how thoroughly the alpha will ruin him, and not willing to wait a second longer, Jimin releases his grip on Yoongi’s hair and doubles his efforts on the other’s waistband, now with both hands. He has seen the size of what is trapped inside of these pants, he knows one small hand will not be nearly enough to handle it all.
Pulling back to focus on his task, and to get his first close-up glimpse at what the alpha is packing, Jimin bites his bottom lip as he begins to tug the soft gray fabric down, inching it down Yoongi’s hips. He holds his breath while leaning back, giving himself more room to maneuver the sweatpants, jostling himself a little side to side as the fabric is finally shoved towards Yoongi’s knees. Settling back into his former position, Jimin looks down, gaze wide at the sheer size of the alpha’s clothed erection. Jimin knew it was big, but this close is entirely different and the omega begins to question if Yoongi is actually too big.
Yoongi must notice the way Jimin stops moving, the hesitation, because his hands are suddenly resting atop Jimin’s where they are resting along the alpha’s hips. “Hey. Look at me. I told you, we don’t have to do anything right now. We can wait. Okay?”
The soft, gentle alpha has returned and his tender tone pulls Jimin from his worries. He gives the alpha a small smile before pulling his hands out from underneath Yoongi’s much larger ones before settling his grip on the quite substantial erection between them. “You’re just so big, alpha. I think you will have to stretch me,” Jimin tightens his grip on Yoongi’s cock, “very thoroughly.”
In the blink of an eye, Yoongi’s hands are on Jimin’s ass, groping at the plump globes as he groans with every squeeze of the omega’s hand around his clothed cock. So it takes Jimin completely by surprise when shortly after one of Yoongi’s hands leaves his bottom it comes back down with a resounding whack. The omega lets out a loud moan as the alpha massages the cheek through the fabric of his pants.
“Did you like that, baby? Maybe you need more. You’ve been an awfully naughty omega lately.” As he continues to tease Jimin with his words, Yoongi’s fingers make their way to button fastening on the omega’s pants, making quick work of the task of popping the button and pulling the zipper down. Once he has more room, Yoongi snakes his hands back behind Jimin again, his index finger immediately zeroing in on the omega’s soaking wet hole. Not entering, just rubbing around the entrance, teasing Jimin with feather-light touches.
“Yoo-” Jimin gasps and has to take a deep breath before continuing. “Yoongi-hyung, please. More,” he begs as he instinctively arches his back, hoping to force the alpha’s finger to breach his entrance and plunge inside.
But, of course, the alpha doesn’t do what Jimin wants. Instead, he uses his other hand to land another swift, firm smack against the omega’s bottom. A warning, if Jimin has ever felt one. “You will take what I give you. But feel free to keep begging. You sound so pretty for me, baby.”
Jimin can’t help the way his slick gushes out at the alpha’s words, the way he takes control and commands the moment. It’s literally just so fucking hot and Jimin needs more more more. He wants it all. Everything that Yoongi is willing to give him until he is falling apart beneath him, above him, in front of him, maybe even all of the above. “I promise, I will be so good for you. Alpha.” Jimin punctuates the title with a nip to Yoongi’s plush bottom lip and gets exactly what he wanted all along.
With a flick of his wrist, Yoongi smoothly buries his finger inside Jimin causing the omega to throw his head back on a high-pitched whine. “You’re gonna be good for me? Prove it. I want you on your hands and knees in your bed, presenting for me, in the next two minutes.” With a deep thrust that reaches Jimin’s prostate, Yoongi adds, “Completely naked.”
Jimin has never felt so conflicted. He wants to stay right where he is, reveling in the feeling of finally experiencing the alpha’s long, perfectly aimed finger exactly where he wants it. But, there is the promise of so much more in Yoongi’s demand. That makes his decision much easier and within seconds he is scrambling off of the alpha’s lap and hustling down the hallway to his own bedroom.
Stripping his clothes off faster than he ever has in his entire life, Jimin finally climbs onto his bed, facing his headboard. Just as Yoongi requested, he presents and waits. Though, he doesn’t wait long. He smells him before he can feel the bed dip with the weight of the alpha joining him on the soft bedspread. Jimin breathes in deeply, mouth open, tasting the spiced vanilla on his tongue but it only makes him hungry to taste something far more indulgent.
“Oh, you can be a good omega, huh?” Yoongi drawls as he trails his fingers up the back of Jimin’s thighs, tracing through the tracks of slick that have begun to leak out. “But I remember a naughty omega who watched me as I was touching myself in the privacy of my own room. So dirty, aren’t you?” Yoongi groans as his tongue follows the same path that his fingers just traced, lapping up Jimin’s sweet slick. “Did you go home and touch yourself while you thought of me, baby?”
Jimin doesn’t have the chance to answer before Yoongi’s tongue is teasing at his rim, even more slick gushing out as the alpha begins to breach his entrance.
Smack!
“Nghh-”
Jimin’s moan is cut off by another loud spank echoing throughout the room. “Did you, omega?”
Struggling to focus, Jimin whimpers out a response, “Um, I-” Smack! “Yes! Every night!” Jimin must say the right thing because Yoongi is quickly diving back in between his cheeks, using his large hands to pull them apart and massage the sting at the same time, before plunging his tongue as deep as possible inside Jimin’s soaked hole. Soon, one finger, then two fingers are joining in the effort, stretching and reaching places the omega can only reach with his special alpha toys.
With one last lick, Yoongi pulls his face away and replaces his tongue with a third finger causing Jimin to fall forward on his forearms. He feels so full, so close to falling over the edge of his pleasure and yet he knows he will only feel even fuller once he finally takes Yoongi’s cock.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” Yoongi lightly taps against one of Jimin’s round cheeks with his left hand as he continues to use his right to thrust and scissor his fingers, stretching and preparing the omega’s tight hole. “Next time I want you to ride my face until you cum all over me.”
“Goddamnit, hyung. Now who’s the dirty one?” Jimin glances at Yoongi over his shoulder and their needy gazes lock. “But you’re on, alpha.”
Yoongi smirks and then doubles his efforts at stretching the omega’s quivering hole, quickly, but gently, adding a fourth finger as he rubs his free hand along Jimin’s hip and side, soothing him as the alpha prepares him for his even bigger cock. Leaning over Jimin, Yoongi whispers in his ear, “You’re doing so well for me, pretty. I love you so much.” He softly ghosts his lips down Jimin’s neck before making his way down the tattoos adorning his spine. His soft inner alpha showing through and Jimin wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Love you too, Yoon.” It’s the first time Jimin has ever called the alpha by something even close to a nickname but it just feels right. In this moment, honorifics can be tossed aside and they can just be an alpha and an omega sharing the deep physical connection of their shared love. “I’m ready.”
Carefully, Yoongi withdraws his fingers and immediately flips Jimin over on his back, the omega’s breath catching in his throat at the fast-paced action. There’s a shy grin on the alpha’s face as he leans in, bracing himself on his forearms. “Is this okay? I want to be able to see you.”
Though he thought it was completely impossible, Jimin feels himself fall just a little bit more in love with Min Yoongi. Nodding, Jimin wraps his arms around the alpha’s shoulders. “It’s perfect, hyung.”
“You’re perfect,” Yoongi retorts before leaning all of his weight on one arm. Reaching between their bodies, he gathers plenty of Jimin’s slick and coats his cock with it.
It’s then that Jimin realizes this is the first time he has seen the alpha’s erection without the barrier of fabric or distance. As much as he has obsessed over this particular part of Yoongi over the last few days, he can’t let this moment pass without seizing the opportunity to finally touch him. Skin on skin. Nothing between them.
Gathering his slick on his own hand, he wraps his hand around the base of Yoongi’s cock, beneath the alpha’s own hand. Just as he suspected, the girth is far more than one of his much smaller hands can hold. He tests his grip, sliding up slightly to meet Yoongi’s.
“Min, I’m already so close,” Yoongi warns with a groan as he removes his hand from his erection.
Jimin meets the alpha’s gaze, can see how close to the edge he really is, how hard he is trying to hold back and a satisfied warmth settles deep in the omega’s chest. He did this. He is the one who has driven Yoongi wild with need and it makes him just want to make the alpha feel even better, to show him how much he is also desired.
“I won’t tease. Promise. Just want to feel you, just for a moment.”
Yoongi’s eyes close as Jimin takes his time spreading the slippery, honeyed peach scented slick along the entire length of the alpha’s cock. It’s massive, of course it is, but it also feels so heavy and warm in Jimin’s palm. He can only imagine how it will feel when it is splitting him open and he realizes he doesn’t want to imagine any longer. He needs it now.
Wrapping his arms back around the alpha’s shoulders, Jimin smiles at him. Yoongi doesn’t need any other instruction. Gripping the base of his cock, he lines himself up with Jimin’s still leaking entrance. As he begins to inch inside, Jimin can’t stop himself from holding his breath and tensing up.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe for me. I don’t want to hurt you. We will go as slow as you need, okay?”
And just like that, Jimin relaxes, melting into the bed beneath the alpha and allowing him to inch inside just a bit more. He tightens his grip around Yoongi’s shoulders and focuses on the love shining in the other man’s gaze, letting his body adjust and accept what he was always meant to have.
By the time Yoongi finally bottoms out, they are both covered in a light sheen of sweat, fighting so hard to hold back while taking their time getting used to the feel of each other. Forehead resting against Jimin’s, Yoongi is the first to speak. Quietly, reverently, “Told you that you’re perfect.” Softly, he brushes his lips against Jimin’s, the kiss barely more than just sharing breaths. “But damn, you’re so tight, baby.”
Chuckling, Jimin nips at Yoongi’s bottom lip. “You can move now, hyung. Wanna feel all of you. Want you to ruin me for every other alpha.”
Yoongi wraps his hands beneath Jimin’s shoulders, wrapping them around for purchase while slowly pulling almost all of the way out of Jimin, leaving just the tip inside. With a brutal thrust, he thrusts forward until he bottoms out. “You’re mine. No other alpha will ever see you like this again. Ever.”
Head thrown back, mouth still open from the silent scream that never escaped at the sharp pleasure of Yoongi’s cock reaching places not even his best toys could reach, Jimin promises, “Yours, alpha. Only yours.”
It’s as though Jimin’s words flipped the switch inside Yoongi. The carnal, hungry alpha brimming at the surface again as he pulls out of Jimin and turns him back onto his hands and knees. Before Jimin can even catch his breath, or figure out which way is up, Yoongi is sliding back inside him with one smooth thrust.
Firmly gripping Jimin’s hips, Yoongi sets a brutal pace. Fast, hard thrusts followed by long, deep thrusts and then starting all over again. Jimin can’t keep up, can only lay with his face pressed into the comforter, sure that drool is beginning to trickle out of the corner of his mouth. Yoongi is big, but he fits Jimin perfectly. He shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Everything about the alpha has always been perfect in his eyes.
Yoongi snakes his hands around Jimin’s hips, stroking up his chest before applying pressure forcing the omega to sit up and settle back against the alpha’s own chest. Jimin braces his hands against Yoongi’s thighs as the alpha continues to plunge his thick cock in and out of the omega.
“I’m so close, baby. Cum with me?” Yoongi whispers against Jimin’s ear as he touches the omega’s smaller cock for the first time.
Barely a touch and that’s all it takes to push Jimin off the cliff, hurdling headlong into the most intense orgasm of his life. The nights he spent shaking with need in his bed can’t even compare to the bone-deep pleasure that is currently rocketing throughout his body. He shuts his eyes as his vision goes white and every muscle in his body tenses as he soaks Yoongi’s hand in stream after stream of thin omegan come.
Jimin finally comes back to reality as he feels Yoongi slowing his pace. Gripping the alpha’s hip, he pleads, “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Yoongi looks at him, concern etched in the corner of his eyes. “Baby, you just-”
Jimin doesn’t let him finish, deciding to take matters into his own hands. Yoongi didn’t cum which means he hasn’t experienced being stretched by the alpha’s knot. Bracing himself, once again, with his hands planted against Yoongi’s thighs, Jimin begins to grind his hips, working the length of the alpha’s thick cock. Jimin can feel it throbbing within him, knows Yoongi is so so close.
As he begins bouncing up and down, he glances over his shoulder at the alpha. “Still need to get that knot, alpha.”
Yoongi grips Jimin’s hips tightly, so tightly the omega hopes he finds bruises when he looks in the mirror in the morning, and begins to help Jimin slide up and down his length. After a few thrusts, Jimin can feel the alpha’s knot begin to swell at the base. He focuses on relaxing but it’s difficult while he is working so hard to make Yoongi cum.
Seeming to understand his dilemma, Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin’s midsection before whispering, “I’ve got you.” The alpha uses his embrace to take over completely, thrusting hard and deep inside the omega’s still leaking hole. “Relax for me, baby,” and then Yoongi is groaning as his knot begins to slip inside the omega.
Head thrown back against Yoongi’s shoulder, Jimin holds onto Yoongi’s thighs for dear life, nails digging into the pale, sweat-coated skin. With one final thrust, the alpha’s knot slips into the omega, finally locking them together. Jimin feels stretched beyond his limits, tears are streaming down his face, but it feels so good.
Yoongi’s cock and knot are so big and Jimin is so tight, they can barely move but the alpha is able to find a shallow, but consistent pace. Within a few thrusts, he is whispering to the omega again, “Close. Can you cum again? With me?”
As the alpha’s knot continuously presses against Jimin’s prostate with every shallow thrust, he has no choice but to give in to Yoongi’s request. As his second orgasm of the night barrels through his body, he can feel the way his hole clenches even tighter around Yoongi’s impressive girth. And that seems to be all it takes to finally tip the alpha over the edge.
Groaning and growling about how fucking tight and perfect Jimin is, Yoongi thrusts as hard and as deep as he can one last time before spilling his seed inside the omega. The feel of Yoongi’s hot come filling his already overfilled hole has Jimin’s body shaking through a third, albeit dry, orgasm. Yoongi holds him through it, whispers words of love and praise as he gently caresses his body, easing him back down from the highest of the highs.
When Jimin finally feels like he can take a deep breath again, Yoongi is quick to maneuver them, ever so delicately, onto their sides while still locked together. The alpha wraps his arms around him and nuzzles into his neck, nosing at his scent gland as it evens out to summer-ripened peaches. “How long does it take for your knot to go down?”
“I don’t know. I never knotted anyone before,” Yoongi whispers against Jimin’s cooling skin.
“Never?” The omega asks in disbelief.
“Never. Only ever wanted it with you. I love you, Min-ah.”
“I love you too, Yoon,” Jimin whispers back as he squeezes the alpha’s hand, lacing their fingers together as they wait for the moment that they can move again. There’s no rush though, Jimin would gladly be connected to Yoongi forever as long as the alpha continues to hold him and whisper how much he loves him.
Jimin sighs happily as he thinks of how perfect they fit together but he can’t help but feel like they wasted so much time pining when they could have been together all along. Of course, he knows everything happens for a reason and in its own time, but the thought that he could have been enjoying moments like this for years makes him a bit wistful.
“You know, you should have left your door open and masturbated more often when I was over. Maybe this could have happened a lot sooner.” Jimin is thankful that Yoongi can’t see his face, he’s trying so hard not to break out into a full-body laugh, but he knows that jostling the alpha’s knot will come with uncomfortable consequences.
“Didn’t I say you were a knot-addicted omega?” Yoongi chuckles into the crook of Jimin’s neck before playfully biting beneath the omega’s scent gland.
“Yeah, but I’m your knot-addicted omega.”
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Two very long, knot-filled days later
Lying in his bed, clean bedding fresh from the dryer, courtesy of his already domesticated alpha, Jimin snuggles into Yoongi’s side with his head resting on the other’s chest. He listens to the constant thumping of the alpha’s heartbeat as he mindlessly runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair. Suddenly, Yoongi’s heart rate increases dramatically.
Peeking up at him, Jimin asks, “What’s the matter, hyung? What’s got you so worked up?”
Yoongi glances down, dread painted across his face and Jimin is fully alert now. He watches as Yoongi grips his hand and speaks, “What about Joon? What if he isn’t okay with this?” Yoongi gestures between them, “With us?”
Relief washes over Jimin. This alpha. He really had him worried. And for nothing. Settling back against Yoongi’s side, he nestles his head right back over top of the alpha’s heart. “Don’t worry about Joon. Him and Pikachu owe me.”
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