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The heat grew, burning within him. His arms and legs began to feel clammy as he lay near the edge of the bed. The multiple layers of skirt he had tried his best to flip atop himself, to no avail—19th century skirt layers simply weren’t made for Omega heats. Jimin’s breath was labored already as he kneeled properly with his head laid sideways against the comforter and his thick ass raised in the air, waiting, longing. Swaying slightly from side to side as a temptation.
Where is he?
Everything between his legs is sensitive, warm, inviting. He felt himself pulse in time with his heart as a needy groan escaped him. A servant had helped his out of his top-most layer, leaving all the remaining trappings constricting him as his mind wandered with thoughts of thick, juicy cocks filling him deeply to the point of his lower tummy distending ever so slightly—it’s all he wants now. Heat, heat, heat, that is all that thrums through him now as he awaits the arrival of his Alpha Lord, his entire body pulsing with raw want.
Jimin thinks of Yoongi. His Alpha. Lord Min, of Devonshire, fifth of his name. His pretty and soft locks of dark hair he keeps long just as Jimin likes—for gripping. How pink his body is whenever his skin is on dis play for the younger, in the morning and nights, or during more intimate moments… There should be more moments. Of the tiny trail of hair whose color matches that atop his head that leads down to what Jimin now craves most, his endowed Alpha cock, hard and ready to take him. Pink all over too…even the Alpha’s balls grow a dark, needy rose color before orgasm. Jimin thinks the shade of rose is rather pretty, too, and purposefully found some hair ribbons in the same shade to taunt his Alpha. Still, he wants to be taken.
Again, and again, and again…
He’s really gone now. His rationalization has flown the coop for the next couple of days and it really would have been much nicer had his Alpha not gone hunting with the other lords today of all days. They knew Jimin’s heat was upon them. His Lord really is a bit daft on occasion, truly. The sickly-sweet scent had been in the air of their shared chambers, thick and swirling. Surely Yoongi was no fool?
Jimin gasps suddenly. A spike in his heat hitting with desperation.
He needs this corset off. Now. It’s too much. He sits up, still kneeling on the bed, his hands gripping in a manner that will surely not assist him with taking off the lace-up corset, scratching for the laces. He whimpers, realizing these movements are futile. He should not have sent off his servant as early as he did, but he’d been hoping Yoongi would come bursting through the double doors of their room sooner than this. He’d hoped his Alpha would feel his desperation through their bond and come galloping back to him on horseback, his cock already hard and straining in his breeches.
Slick runs down the inside of one thigh, warm yet cooling against skin. A frustrated sound comes from Jimin as he now genuinely tries to pull at the bow that keeps his corset tied.
Stupid Alpha.
His hips rut upward against his logical wishes—he should be able to wait till he can free himself of this fashionable cage. He can feel his cocklet pulsing again with his heartbeat. It’s plumping up against the layers of cotton and other fabrics that layer against his steaming body and leaving a trail of clear precome in its wake. He wants to touch, but the layers make it too much of a chore currently. He finally unties the bow, effectively pulling the string undone with a relieved gasp, but there’s much more to go. There’s another tie at the front of his waist, the skirt support. Jimin lets out an extremely frustrated growl that turns into a whimper at the end, yanking the tie at his front.
The skirt support gets kicked across the room in violent anger. Thankfully, this layer only had one tie. His face now red with more than just heat fatigue, Jimin huffs, focusing on his breathing as it still feels difficult to focus on getting enough air into his lungs. He is now only left in his corset, or stays, and his cotton chemise with three-quarter sleeves. The chemise he could live in, it is so free and flowy, yet even now, he believes he wants it off too. Everything is stifling, even the air he cannot seem to get enough into his lungs.
Short fingers do what they can to unlace what runs along his spine, and he manages about halfway before pausing. Another huff, another whining plea to be stuffed and free from the confines of clothes. To be full to bursting— Gripping the top of the stays at his front, he wiggles it roughly, attempting to loosen it the rest of the way to be able to pull it over his head. Beaky, rosy lips, pursed in concentration. His small breasts are in the way—though that feels overstated, he’s simply tired of trying at this point; his pectorals genuinely have little to do with his current situation, Jimin is simply a sweaty mess.
He harumphs, the sound followed by a whine while leaning his head against the comforter of their bed once again, his leaking ass in the air—now reddened and pink all over, waiting and wetting his chemise. Frowning, he’s given up. Where could his Alpha be if not with him during his heat? Is not truly the cutest Omega in the county? Surely Yoongi had not lied to him about this, and so soon into their marriage—only a year, honestly. In all of England? Jimin knew the match was one of resources and not necessarily love, but could he have been this blind? Does Lord Min not care for him in reality? Surely their mutual attraction was never false, for how could a man such as his husband fake such words and emotions for this lengthy of a time between them?
All those flowery words in his past heats and even outside of them, had they been false? Had it all just been words to make him more complicit in these intimate acts? Does his husband think him this impressionable and naive? Oh, how disappointing Alphas are. He thought he had been one of the few lucky Omegas in the world to bag such a progressive Alpha like Lord Min, the man who has very few eccentricities and doesn’t believe in punishing their spouse among other redeeming qualities… and yet, Jimin has found himself in such a position as this and cannot prevent his doubt from swirling through his mind along with the lusty heat haze.
Muscles fervently clench in want, leaving him to gasp loudly into the empty space of the shared quarters. His Omega simply wants relief, and a pup if at all possible. Jimin, on the other hand, is now skeptical of the prospect of pups, though Lord Min has repeated often that pups are not mandatory for their union—again, his redeeming qualities truly sparkle when Jimin ponders them. For a babe to look at them both would be too much for his heart to bear; it would more than likely burst in emotion, even at the thought it his heart clenches in want. This is too much.
Where is the bastard?
The loud click of the double doors meets Jimin’s ears in alert. Finally. He can smell his Alpha, who is now trouncing in their room, riding boots and all. His anger flames along with his skin. How dare he.
There is a pause of boots. The sound was too close to their bed, and his scent is there, infiltrating his nostrils against his will—
Jimin sits up, his eyes a fury as he stares daggers at his husband. “You absolute fool,” Lord Min’s eyes widen at the accusation, still fully in his muddy riding clothes. “You knew and yet still you went! I should kick you out of our shared apartment!” His Alpha doesn’t reply immediately, looking his spouse up and down in his disheveled state. Jimin simply glares at his Lord, angry and feeling marginally betrayed at him for leaving when he knew—there really was no way Yoongi did not know Jimin’s heat would hit sometime today—his heat came in only a matter of hours after Lord Min had taken leave for the hunt.
“You would not kick me out of our rooms.” He doesn’t sound condescending, simply matter-of-fact, calm. “Besides, you look as though you’re in need of some assistance with your stays. May I help you?” Jimin wants his anger to stay; he’s already trying to will it to do so but his husband is an enigma of kindness and fury. Truly a double entendre, since his kindness is leaning towards lewd behavior in this situation, because what other than sexual intimacy will happen between them soon after he is freed of his linen confinements?
Huffing, his full cheeks reddened, he nods permission. Jimin feels thankful that his husband sees through his anger to his more honest emotions, which he has trouble voicing. As the Alpha begins to take a step closer, the Omega’s eyes zero in on those muddy, obnoxious boots, leaving grime all over their floors. Lord Min gets the hint of his spouse’s glares and holds his hands upward in defeat, toeing off the offending boots and kicking them away from their bed before encroaching closer to their nest atop white linen.
Deft, pianist fingers firmly undo the remainder of his stays. All the sound in the room is simply them. Jimin only hears the slide of the cord through the eyelets of the corset before it’s loose enough and drops limply around his waist. He opens his eyes. When had he closed them? Lord Min hasn’t touched him otherwise, yet is very close, his dark eyes also closed as he wishes to breathe in his tempting Omega. Jimin reaches a hand to his pale cheek, pulling him into the scent of his neck, his mating bite, now healed a silvery hue against his golden skin.
Oh, how Jimin loves this man. This man, who shows his mutual love and respect through his actions, a man of service. His Omega calls out to him whenever he must leave for trips, even the hunting trips he somewhat loathes as well. Must they ever be apart? This kind of love must be dangerous, he thinks while leaning against the only man he genuinely trusts. His Lord’s strong arms wind around his torso, mildly possessive, mostly wanting, loving. Their love is not common and should therefore be greatly treasured.
Yoongi’s nose retreats from his neck, moving up his Omega’s jaw till their cheeks briefly rest against one another. Jimin’s thighs seize, his heat-addled brain and body only taking a brief reprieve before raging throughout his entire being once more. His gasp leaves his Alpha attentive, a vein of worry pulled through him. Their foreheads meet instead.
Jimin opens his eyes once more, his voice lower than his usual register. “Get me out of this, Alpha.” Yoongi simply nods and moves to undress his Omega carefully.
Jimin’s skin shines against the warm, white sheets and comforter that makes up their marriage nest. He lies there, gorgeous, glistening for his husband and his husband only. Sultry eyes watch his Alpha undress now, his dark layers coming off one by one to fall against the floor nearby. Jimin wants. Yoongi wants in equal intensity. The trousers are the most difficult to take off from his position kneeling on their bed, but his Omega hazily assists him with clumsy, short fingers.
Finally, he can properly help his flushed, awaiting Omega. Lord Min leans down between his husband’s legs to lock his plush lips with his own, his cock laying heavy against Jimin’s own groin. His Omega cock is just as hard, leaking and flushed darker than his golden skin as it curls against Jimin’s hip. He brings his legs to wrap around his husband’s hips as their lips lock again and again, losing breath in the greatest way they know. Slick keeps his thighs glistening, with his revealed rim just as dark as his aroused tip, he eagerly awaits to be filled by his lovely husband.
Murmured ‘pleases’ are exchanged as the two grind against each other. His Alpha’s lips have migrated downward, sucking against his scent gland, his mating mark. Jimin lets out a breathy sigh, content, while his husband growls lowly. Kisses are placed along his collar bones, and he feels weak. Yoongi takes Jimin’s smaller cock in hand, stroking slowly yet firmly as his husband’s lips roam across his skin greedily.
“Oh,” Jimin calls out unexpectedly from a quick squeeze to his shaft. Yoongi speeds up, his wrist giving a slight twist on every upstroke as his lips find a pebbled nipple to suck on and tease in order to make his spouse mewl under him. With a nip to his sensitive bud, Jimin comes. Releasing in his Alpha’s greedy hand, Yoongi brings it up to lick the contents clean from his hand while Jimin watches from beneath him still.
He huffs, trying to regain his breath as his scent fans out around them strongly. The Alpha Lord is simply enamored and intensely aroused himself as he watches his Omega’s chest heave to breathe from the pleasure. Jimin wants his husband inside him desperately, to be filled with his seed and hopefully a pup to come from this sinful debauchery. He wants to be ravaged, to feel his husband’s cock within him for longer than could be possible, to be used. How scandalous of him to think such things, heat or no. Yet still, it would be better for him to come at least once more before being stuffed with Alpha cock like he wants.
His husband already knows where his brain is at, especially since those hazy and dark eyes have seemed to lock onto the Omega’s favorite plaything, his erect cock as it hangs deliciously between milky thighs. His Lord has always been paler than himself somehow; the amount of time he spends in the sun clearly changes nothing but the amount of freckles Yoongi has accumulated across his shoulders, collarbone, and face. In calmer moments, Jimin enjoys tracing unknown patterns across his pale, freckled skin. Now, the freckles are far away from his rational mind as Jimin hoists up both of his legs, holding them up with his hands tucked behind his knees, with his dark, dripping hole on display so his Alpha gets the idea.
“Naughty,” The Alpha murmurs, already having decided to eat out his husband next, but first to capture those plush lips with his own once more.
Jimin is still erect, his poor Omega cock having found only a little relief from the quick hand job of moments ago. His skin burns while his ass leaks more slick, the ring of muscles still tight and waiting to be prepped before being breached by the fat cock he longs for. Tears leave the corner of his eyes as he kisses his husband back fervently, he loves Yoongi’s kisses but he finds the pain building within him quicker than his previous heats that he’s shared with the Alpha. A tearful whine escapes him when the pain spikes sharply, low in his abdomen. Their lips part as a soft sob escapes Jimin, his eyes closed and teary.
Yoongi’s scent spikes, concern flowing strongly through him. He cards a hand through his Omega’s blonde hair, attempting to soothe his love enough for them to speak momentarily. A minute or two of Jimin focusing on his breath allows enough reprieve for him to open his eyes and meet his Alpha. Tell me, his Alpha’s eyes pleaded silently. Yoongi’s hands moved to cup his Omega’s full cheeks, brushing away the fallen tears with the pads of his thumbs.
“H-hurts, Alpha. Worse now,” He breaths in a shaking breath, mildly scared of what it might mean, this abnormal side effect of his heat he’s never had previously. Lord Min, however, seems to have a thought as to why this might be. His strong hands leave Jimin’s cheeks, instead running down his arms, soothingly.
“I should not have left for the hunt. You are right, it was only detrimental to your health for me to be so foolish. Forgive me, please, my love.” Jimin wants to weep. This is the man he was doubting so intensely earlier? This man? His Alpha’s lips give him gentle kisses across his face till there is no other remaining piece of flesh but his lips and captures them again, and again to the Omega’s delight. But the pain is simmering as they kiss and grind against one another wantonly, as does the heat in Jimin’s veins.
He gasps as they part lips, a bolt of pain flaring in warning inside him. He needs it; it is no longer only a deviant want building within him but an intense, carnal need to be fucked, filled, and bred—and a painful one at that. Jimin has never felt a heat this intensely, and it morphs still within him as he loudly begs his Alpha for more, for relief of some kind, for his mind is no longer coherent enough to remotely formulate what it could be that he needs so intensely.
The Omega stills as a long finger breaches his rim. The deafening turmoil within his mind quiets. A hiccup sounds between them and somewhere in his conscience, Jimin recognizes it came from him. Then it begins to move in and out of him and the Omega loses himself once more but no longer in as much pain as previously. Finally, his body is beginning to receive the stimulation it needs.
Breathy sounds escape his mouth as his Alpha fingers him open; the pain is beginning to dull, yet is not completely gone. One finger becomes two and when his Alpha scissors his fingers, Jimin cannot hold back a loud moan of satisfaction. The squelching sounds satisfy his Alpha as his fingers pick up pace, opening his Omega. Yoongi has ignored his love’s prostate on purpose till now, but he thinks better of it when he adds a third finger up his husband’s ass. All three of his fingers press together against Jimin’s prostate, and the Omega is so taken aback by the sudden action that he orgasms on the spot, his back arching violently off their bed as he paints his own torso a messy white.
His heavy breaths quiver with his entire body as he rides through his orgasm. His husband continues to finger him open, kissing along his hip and then above his pubic bone—above his spent cock that has finally softened somewhat. Resting somehow in the beginnings of heat. Yoongi contests that his husband was correct; this heat seems to be more intense than Jimin’s previous heats they’ve shared. The Alpha wonders to himself if this means their bond has truly settled and that Jimin’s Omega has fully accepted his Alpha as his own.
As his breathing slows, so do the Alpha’s fingers within his warmth. They make eye contact, Jimin’s pupils blown wide and Yoongi’s not far off. He places a kiss gently to his husband’s heated forehead as he pulls out his fingers, a gentle receding since he knows how terribly his love hates to feel empty during times such as these. He places another kiss to the tip of the Omega’s nose.
“My love,” He murmurs lowly, lovingly. “Are you ready?”
Jimin can do nothing but nod, a bit vigorously, though it makes his head spin. The Alpha adjusts himself, now hovering above his desperate husband. The skin of the Omega’s lap and groin is pinkened, all of him affected and waiting, longing. Gradually, the head slips in and the Alpha pauses. Dark, cat-like eyes meet Jimin’s grey ones. Familiarity soars between them as the Alpha pushes in further at his previous pace. Once fully seated within his Omega husband, the Alpha pauses again with his head leaned back while panting.
This heat feels overwhelming for Yoongi too, yet both their minds are less clouded than in previous experiences. Strange, he somehow wonders. But the tight, silky warmth begs his attention to move. Now is not the time for pondering changes, but to fuck his Omega like he keeps begging for, to ruin him for the time being, to fill him up and eat him out afterwards.
Jimin feels Yoongi’s hip snap forward once, and then the fucking beings.
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Jimin’s heat lasted for three days total, shorter than before. If nothing else, then that certainly confirms this was the heat that solidified Yoongi and his bond. Still, in his soreness directly after his heat breaks, Jimin finds himself still plagued by the pressure to conceive.
His Alpha has ordered a hot bath drawn for both of them to share, though the Lord will still ask Jimin permission to join regardless, as if he understands the distance between them that lingers is a fact. Though this distance is mainly Jimin’s doing, truly. Their married and mated intimacy is mandatory, yet greatly pleasing. The Omega knows he is immensely lucky to be permanently attached to this Alpha, who always asks permission, if he’s comfortable, or if he even wants to be physical before acting upon it. Though this should not make Jimin lucky, this should be how all Alphas act towards their mates. That, therein, lies the fortune Jimin has been granted.
The distance, though… they know one another, know what each other’s expressions mean, their meal preferences, sleeping patterns, but does that constitute closeness? Jimin is unsure of the answer to this plaguing question, and so he retreats into himself at times. He’s not one to fully believe he has won the royal crown jewels simply because his husband and Alpha is more thoughtful than most others. He has kept this consuming dread of being infertile to himself, withholding a major part of his psyche from Yoongi. And Lord Min has certainly noticed.
Yoongi worries for his husband. His thoughts are often of Jimin, and how could they not be? Initially, before their families approved their relationship for courting, Yoongi had only seen the Omega twice. There was possibly a third glance in passing while entering and leaving the shops in town, but the Alpha cannot confirm if it actually was his husband at the time. Still, even that glance brought Jimin’s broad smile to his mind. He knew then. There was zero questioning in his mind; he wished to know the Omega further, and if at all humanly possible—if Park Jimin reciprocated his interest, truly—Yoongi would become the wealthiest man in the world with such a bright light in his life, by his side.
His first calling visit to Jimin’s parental home caused a stir. He came with such a massive bouquet of ranunculus and peonies that Yoongi recalls Jimin’s Omega parent being flustered at his choice of gift. Ranunculus being for charm and attractiveness and peonies for love, prosperity, and honor—Yoongi didn’t understand where the taboo was coming from in the chosen flowers. The Park’s granted the courtship anyhow, which allowed Jimin and Yoongi to take escorted promenades through town and the nearby park. They could talk finally.
Jimin was understandably shy for a time, and Yoongi himself was a bit uncertain too initially. Slowly, the Omega showed his personality in bursts, and the Alpha grew even more enamored. The usual courting timeline would be an exchange of five gifts from the Alpha to the intended Omega, and sometimes one or two of the gifts would be given to the Omega’s family, though that was not mandatory by any means, simply a good-faith gesture. The first gift was the most important as it was seen as the acceptance of the entire process by the individual being courted. They could reject the first gift and end the courtship entirely; naturally, many alphas waited to give their first gift in hopes that getting to better know the other person would help the other make a well-rounded decision.
Yoongi remembers his hand shaking when he offered Jimin the first gift wrapped in a wide silk ribbon. He’d chosen a ribbon of mild, spring green to wrap around the crocheted blanket his own Omega father had taught him how to make several years ago. The original Omega Lord Min, having only had one pup, absolutely insisted Yoongi learn skills such as mending and certain crafts like crochet alongside his usual Alpha courses. He wished his son to be a well-rounded man who could hopefully accomplish much more than simply being able to keep the checks and balances of the land and people their family lorded over. To Yoongi, his Omega father succeeded in this goal.
Yet, the Alpha’s hands shook as Jimin took the gift from him, inspecting it carefully before looking back up at Yoongi with a soft gleam in his eyes. As soon as ‘I accept’ passed Jimin’s lips, a wide smile broke across the Alpha’s face. It was the most joyful expression Jimin had ever seen on Yoongi at the time, but that gummy smile made him fall all the more in love with the Alpha Lord. The remainder of the courting gifts didn’t matter as much as this one, the white crocheted blanket.
By the time the marriage proposal came, the Omega was enamored. There was no other option than a ‘yes’ in his mind. Their wedding took place the following spring, as Yoongi had proposed after five months of courting, during early winter. That May, Jimin was married off to a wonderful Alpha, who he genuinely loves and can tell reciprocates the same affection and concern for his well-being. But he needs to open up more, especially now that many of his doubts have crept in during their time being married.
The bathwater is tantalizingly warm as he eases into the tub with his husband’s assistance. The Omega is sore after three days of heat intimacy with his Alpha, who gave him everything he asked for and more. He breathes out a mildly shaky breath, adjusting to the temperature of the bath as Yoongi stays outside the tub, still naked and holding both of Jimin’s hands. The Omega turns his head, alert, to the Alpha with a questioning hum.
Yoongi looks… hesitant before asking, “Do you want me in there with you, or would you like to bathe alone, love?” He kisses the back of one of Jimin’s smaller hands, the Alpha’s eyes never breaking from his Omega’s.
Jimin gulps. He’s not scared; somehow, his husband’s honesty and blatant respect surprises him still. Jimin is grateful to be asked such a question, but he certainly doesn’t want more distance between them physically or otherwise. What he wishes is to rectify the unspoken rift between them, yet he finds his mouth snapping shut when he wishes to speak on the issue.
“I want you here,” his voice peeps, then, an afterthought, “…in the bath with me, please.” As Yoongi lets go of his hands, Jimin scooches forward in the large tub, making room for the Alpha to sit behind him. The water sloshes around both of them as Yoongi settles.
Next to the tub in a wooden stool with bathing items, a sponge and washcloth, a few bar soaps, hair oils, and a jar of lotion. The Alpha grabs a shampoo bar out of the corner of Jimin’s sight and begins working up a lather for his husband’s long hair. This is the only sound around them apart from their breathing and the sound of a couple birds chittering outside the washroom window. Jimin leans his elbows against his knees, which are drawn up as he sits between Yoongi’s outstretched legs.
He watches the water ripple slightly around them as the Alpha moves behind him, the light scent of his jasmine shampoo bar coming with life in his larger hands. Once he feels his blonde hair being massaged with soapy hands, only then does Jimin feel his inner Omega relax a bit. His shoulders slump, relaxed. Had Yoongi gone to another room to clean, Jimin wouldn’t have believed he would have been able to endure such an unspoken rejection. Even the thought of that happening begins to bring tears to his eyes, tears he doesn’t wish to share because his Alpha is right here where he asked him to be. Where he asked him to stay.
Yoongi notices, of course, he does. Gently, he sets the soap bar back down on the wooden stool, his hands moving to the Omega’s shoulders with care, rubbing soothing circles over his shoulders and across his middle to upper back. He knows Jimin will speak, his Alpha can feel it, and so he gives him time to calm himself, aiding with his own calming pheromones pushing out into the air around them. After a few minutes, Yoongi kisses Jimin’s shoulder. He’s leaned closer as the tears subside, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist under the water and simply keeping him close. Soon, Jimin’s hands find the Alpha’s, covering his larger hands with his own across his tummy.
“Yoongi,” He calls out, still quiet in volume due to their proximity. Yoongi’s head, though on the Omega’s shoulder, turns to him. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?” That makes the Alpha’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Yes, of course.” He gives another kiss to Jimin’s shoulder. “I love you too, but what is bringing this on?” Jimin shakes his head, his eyes closed as he tries not to cry more. “Would you prefer I declare my love for you more often? Or is this something else? Love, tell me, please.” He all but begs, yet perhaps this is a form of begging.
With a gasp, Jimin replies, eyes open and watery. “No, no. I just—” He takes in a deep breath, forcing himself to breathe a little more. “Yoongi, I’m scared.” It comes out like a whisper, alarming the Alpha further. Yoongi’s grip around the Omega tightens a little, not enough to hurt or be uncomfortable, just more. Sturdy.
“What is making you scared, little one?” His Alpha is on edge, afraid that something happened before this moment, something he couldn’t protect Jimin from. Yoongi’s mind is running wild in the seconds it takes for Jimin to reply.
He stutters initially, but clears his throat and tries again. “P-pups, Alpha. I haven’t given you any pups yet.” He feels so vulnerable. This was not his carefully curated plan he was going to come up with to bring this topic to his husband’s attention. He doesn’t want his womb to be dried up like he hears other Omega Lords and Ladies accuse others of during tea and game gatherings. He wouldn’t be able to handle the scrutiny; he doesn’t want to handle it. Gossip Mongers, they’re known as.
Understanding runs through the Alpha’s veins. Suddenly, he gets it. He understands why Jimin has been passive post-heat, yet still wants him close. He understands why Jimin’s smile grew tight whenever pups came up in conversation with their friends and other acquaintances. It all makes sense. The lack of overall joy Jimin has been missing… it was over pups.
Yoongi loosens his hold around his husband so he is able to turn towards him more. He moves one hand to cup his soft cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “Jimin, if we never conceive it will be alright. I would never harbor any negative feelings over the fact or towards you.” A pause. His voice lowers. “My love, pregnancy does not define you. You are my husband, my Omega, the person I choose over all others in this life—and quite possibly any other life, if such a thing exists. I choose you.”
He watches fat tears fall down the Omega’s face due to his words. “B-but the dowry—”
The Alpha shakes his head, cradling Jimin’s face closer to his own. “I do not care about your family’s stipulations upon your dowry. We have plenty of money, a well-staffed home, food, a bed—we are absolutely alright and do not need your dowry if it comes down to it, my love. Do you understand me?” Biting his plush bottom lip, Jimin nods.
Yoongi wipes away fallen tears from his cheeks, kissing Jimin’s forehead with reverence as the Omega tries to regulate his breathing.
“I- I understand.” He sniffs. “But I would adore it if we did have them, pups.” Yoongi then kisses one of his cheeks, then the other.
“All in good time. If pups come, then we shall celebrate; if pups do not grace us, then I will also be blissfully happy with a long life shared with you, my Omega. My Jimin.” Jimin’s eyes widen, tearing up again from his Alpha’s honesty. “Shall I keep going? Keep praising you till your mind has fully wrapped around the concept of my very real and deep affections towards you? Not just as my husband, but as yourself. As Jimin.” The Omega looks a bit awestruck at Yoongi. The Alpha watches his full cheeks turn pink in real time as his husband processes his devotion.
Quietly, and ever so hesitantly, Jimin responds. “You… you may continue.” He looks down, suddenly shy as his tears cease. The Alpha cannot help but smirk good-naturedly at this change. He is grateful his Omega is coming out of the depths of mental isolation that was plaguing him so fiercely.
Naturally, he teases. “I will be happy to, but you’ve not been specific on what you would like me to continue with.” His husband’s blush grows, no longer gracing just his cheeks but now blooming down his neck and across his collar bones as well.
“Min Yoongi,” Jimin grumbles, eyebrows knitting slightly. His voice is still small. “Continue with your praises towards your Omega.” His eyes meet Yoongi’s then. “My heat was hard,” He whines softly.
Yoongi pulls him closer with a chuckle, running his hands along Jimin’s body soothingly. “We need to finish washing you. Will that be acceptable?” He hears Jimin snort at the question, then a smaller hand holds out the conditioner bar for him to take. “I’ll take that as a yes, little one.”
FIN