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this is a bad idea, taehyung thought to himself, staring at the phone is his hand. this is a bad idea. this is a bad idea.

this is the best idea you’ve ever had, argued the heat steadily building in his tummy.

taehyung pressed call.

-

“baby bear—” was the first thing jimin said when taehyung opened the door, his arms laden with bags that he quickly put down, wrapping taehyung up in a hug instead.

taehyung nearly whimpered as he buried his nose in jimin’s shoulder, inhaling the one scent he knew almost as well as his own. “thank you for coming, jiminie.”

jimin snorted, scritching the hair at his nape soothingly. “i’d jump off the edge of the earth for you, baby. no need to thank me.”

“i won’t let a flat earther fuck me,” taehyung said.

jimin laughed, pulling back to kiss his nose. “i’m not a flat earther. here, let me put these things away.”

“what did you even bring?” taehyung asked as he stepped aside, peering into a bag curiously. “it’s not like i don’t have the stuff i need.”

“snacks, mostly,” he shrugged. “some painkillers, but that’s mostly because you were almost out when i took some last week.”

taehyung’s lips twitched up at first before they started to wobble, uninvited tears pricking at his eyes.

“and some—hey, hey, what, baby—” jimin took his hands, looking so concerned that it made taehyung tear up even more.

he shook his head quickly, gripping his hands. “it’s—m’sorry, i just—get like this.”

“ah,” jimin sighed softly, shoulders relaxing a bit. “taehyung-ah, it’s alright. there’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? oh, my sweet boy, you feel so much on a normal day—”

“uh-huh,” taehyung agreed with a watery laugh. “it’s g-gonna be a lot of this, chim, i’m sorry—”

“now, why would i mind that, hm? you know i love my baby bear with his big heart.” he blinked when taehyung barely bit back a sob. “should i—not say so, though?”

“i like it, i want it—” taehyung hiccupped. “want you to—to be sweet. love when you’re sweet, chimmy, always sweet to me—” he knew he was on the verge of wailing but couldn’t hold himself back. “so sweet to me—”

“oh, honey,” jimin cooed, cupping his teary cheek. “i love you, taehyung-ah, of course i’m sweet to you.”

taehyung’s chest stopped squeezing all at once when jimin pressed their lips together, short and chaste and familiar. they loved kissing, a passionate, platonic activity they did when they were bored or lonely or wanted to rile up people in bars just for fun. they’d mutually decided that they were both the best kissers in the entire world after a few long makeouts. taehyung wondered if jimin found as much comfort in him as he did in jimin, even if they never tried to press it beyond kissing.

“okay?” jimin asked against his lips.

taehyung sniffled and nodded once.

jimin gave him a few more quick pecks before stepping away, squeezing his hand once more before letting go. “let me unpack all of this and then we can snuggle up somewhere, okay?”

taehyung sniffled and nodded once more.

“and—” jimin bit his lip as he picked up a bag, a cloth one from home and not from the convenience store. “it might have been a tiny bit presumptuous, but—full disclosure, i read a lot of advice columns on the bus and i’m hoping i weeded out the true bullshit, but they all said scent-saturated things can be good for nests, and i know you have a sensitive nose but i brought—”

taehyung snatched it from him and broke the seal of the airtight bag within before jimin could say another word, sticking his face in and breathing jimin’s scent in deeply, as much as his lungs would allow. he would have absorbed it right into his bones if it was physically possible. when he emerged just enough to glance at jimin, he could see him tense with a vibrating excitement, exuding pleased alpha.

taehyung didn’t care about pleasing alphas. taehyung very much cared about pleasing jimin.

“gonna put them in my nest.”

“okay,” jimin said, voice tight as he tried to mask his deep pleasure. taehyung heard it anyways.

even if it was jiminie, his best friend, his soulmate, he still hesitated before clearing his throat. “come in when you’re done? into—into my nest. come into my nest.”

he knew jimin didn’t miss the significance. taehyung had never invited an alpha into his nest. into his bed, sure, and his couch and shower and counter and wherever else - but never his nest.

“okay, baby, i’ll join you in just a minute.” he smiled at him softly, warm and touched. “do you want me to ask again before i—?”

taehyung shook his head. “just—come in. but close the door behind you. and push the dresser in front of it but only a little and put the chair in front of the rest and lock it—”

“anything you need, baby.”

taehyung sniffled, closing his eyes. he knew jimin wouldn’t, knew jimin would do everything in the world to make him safe and happy, but he still needed to make sure. “and don’t leave me?”

jimin clicked his tongue. “oh, baby—”

taehyung’s eyes shot open as he looked at him pleadingly. “even if you don’t want to fuck me anymore, i just—i need you there, please? i-i can’t—please don’t leave?”

jimin came close once more, holding his face between his hands and wiping his tears away. taehyung could see his wonderful, perfect heart in his eyes, could hear his wonderful, perfect love in his voice. “i won’t ever leave you, taehyung-ssi. it’s you and me, now and always.”

taehyung was suddenly struck all over again with how much of a bad idea this all was.

he never forgot he was in love with jimin - his best friend, his soulmate, the only alpha he ever wanted near him for more than a night - but going through his heat with him would do something. his feelings would be hard to ignore after this. he knew it. he knew.

still, he gave him weak smile. “yeah,” he said. “you and me.”

he listened to the sounds of jimin in the kitchen as he arranged his nest, incorporating the new pieces without hesitation. he brought each one to his nose before working it in; everything went near the top, where taehyung would be able to smell it the most intensely. the pillow jimin had brought replaced his own immediately, taehyung’s innermost omega absolutely purring at the thought of being so surrounded by him.

he sat back on his heels when it was done, looking it over. he half-expected to be fretting about what his alpha suitor would think of it, but he knew he didn’t need to. jimin would like it.

sure enough, when jimin knocked lightly on the door and taehyung hummed his assent to enter, he let out a tiny gasp, throwing his hand over his heart. “taehyung-ah, look at this, what a beautiful nest, baby!”

taehyung didn’t even try to not preen. he was always proud of his nests, even if there had never been anyone to see them before. 

he’d chosen this apartment because of the not-too-spacious but big-enough spare room - it was usually crowded with whatever his current obsession or project or hobby was, but everything had been pushed aside or tucked away in cabinets and closets to make room for the nest on the floor. it was carefully arranged in the corner farthest from the door, where he could bundle up and feel protected and be able to see every other part of the room. he wondered if his instincts would allow him to sleep through his usual perimeter checks, forcing his eyes open every other hour just to grumpily and exhaustedly glance around, making sure he was still safe.

if jimin was there, an alpha protecting him, maybe his instincts would shut up and let him take a proper nap.

he cocked his head as he wondered if the pallets on the floor would be comfortable enough for jimin’s back. when he looked up to see jimin right there, though, the door shut and dresser only a little in front of the door and the chair in front of the rest and the lock firmly turned - a threatening wave of impending heat rolled through him and he keened, squeezing his eyes shut and holding his tummy. bad idea or not, he was glad he’d called jimin. it wasn’t going to be an easy one.

“oh, tae-yah,” jimin cooed. he stepped into the nest deftly, kneeling beside him and pulling him close, kissing his temple. “it’s time to rest, isn’t it, baby?”

taehyung whimpered and nodded, throwing his arms around jimin’s shoulders. “s’gonna be bad, jimin-ah, m’sorry—”

“don’t be sorry, taehyung-ah. there’s nothing to be sorry for. there is nowhere i’d rather be than right here, taking care of you.”

“you say that now.”

“i’ll say it in a week and a month and a year and when we’re dying at the exact same time,” he said sternly. “your jiminie is here for you, and we’re going to make it through as painlessly as we can.”

taehyung sniffled, another wave making him dizzy. “k-kay. th-thank—”

“don’t you finish that, silly.”

taehyung laughed a little, nosing jimin’s neck and breathing him in, feeling lightheaded and centered by his smell. “kay.”

“let’s rest before it starts up in earnest,” jimin suggested, pulling back and petting his hair. “do you think some cuddles will help for a little while?”

“cuddles would be great,” taehyung mumbled before sighing, looking at him with an almost-shy grimace. “i don’t know how i’m gonna act, chimmy.”

“you’ll act how you need to act, how your body and mind need you to. and i’ll take care of you no matter what.” he smiled a little, tugging his hair lightly. “as your jiminie and as your alpha.”

there was no mistaking the sharp spike of arousal that flooded the room.

jimin froze for an almost imperceptible moment before tugging his hair again. “okay?”

“okay,” taehyung whispered. “alpha—alpha takes care of me.”

“that’s right,” jimin smiled. he guided him down until taehyung’s head hit the pillow, eyes fluttering helplessly when another surge of jimin surrounded him. “alpha takes care of you. will you rest for me, baby? rest for alpha?”

“rest for alpha,” taehyung mumbled, eyes heavy now that he knew - he knew - he would be okay. his alpha would make sure of it. jimin kept petting his hair and whispering reassurances that taehyung barely even needed anymore; taehyung drifted off without taking in more than ‘alpha loves you.’

-

taehyung woke up with his heart racing, hands desperately searching for a dildo, a vibe, a pillow, literally anything, of their own volition. what he found instead was the warm hip of a sleeping alpha.

panic seized him for a horrible beat until he forced himself to open his eyes and turn his head. jimin’s cheek was smushed against his own arm, pretty lips pressed into a ridiculous pout. it was incredible just how much the sight calmed him down. he still felt an aching emptiness inside him and he knew he needed to fill it as soon as possible, but - he wasn’t alone. he had jimin. it was fine.

that didn’t mean he felt normal about prodding him awake in search of sex, though.

he flexed his hands on the sheets as he stared at jimin for a moment, then for a few moments more. he had just decided to take care of himself as quietly as possible when jimin sniffed, and his eyes flew open just a second after. taehyung froze, wincing with guilt.

“tyung-ah,” jimin chided after another sniff. smelling his slick, taehyung realized with a turn of his stomach. “s’posed to wake me.”

taehyung nodded. he knew. but.

“what do you need, baby bear?”

taehyung hesitated and shrugged.

“tae,” jimin scolded lightly.

“touch,” taehyung gave in with a whisper. “n-need—need—” he covered his face. “jimin, s’too—i-i can’t say, please—”

“hey, hey, it’s okay, sweet boy,” jimin soothed. his small hand pressed flat against taehyung’s soft tummy; the touch simultaneously added wood to the fire and dimmed the burn. “how about this. you tell me if i’m doing something you don’t like, or if there’s something you want me to do instead.”

taehyung nodded quickly. “pl-please.”

jimin rubbed his tummy in small circles that roamed lower and lower until his fingers brushed just under taehyung’s waistband. he kicked his legs impatiently and jimin huffed a quiet laugh. “want them off?”

taehyung nodded, still covering his face. “everything.”

“okay, honey. lift up your hips for me.”

jimin worked his silky pajama bottoms off, handing them to taehyung when he reached for them. taehyung stripped his own matching top off, too, stuffing them both under the wall of the nest. he glanced at jimin. 

“in case of predators,” he mumbled, feeling silly.

but jimin nodded, rubbing tae’s newly-bared knee. “good idea, baby.”

taehyung shivered at the praise as much as the contact. he swallowed thickly before spreading his legs just a fraction, hoping jimin really wouldn’t make him say it.

blessedly, he didn’t. he gave taehyung a pretty little smile before moving between his legs, keeping his movements slow enough to be stopped as soon as taehyung wanted. but taehyung didn’t want. he wanted jimin to push his legs apart and take his omega and swallow him whole. he didn’t swallow him, but taehyung thought that the indulgent, dark-eyed look jimin gave him, from his head to his dropping cunt, might feel the same as if he had.

he swallowed, any and all words catching in his throat. they had seen each other naked before, sure, had bathed together, had changed together, had looked each other over just to see, just for fun, but this was something else entirely. jimin was clothed, for one, and taehyung was not, and clearly aroused - aroused by jimin, no less, in heat or not, and it was - a lot.

he swallowed again, spreading his legs just a tiny bit more. “please?” he asked, quiet and breathy. “i-i want your mouth, jimin-ah, please—”

“such a good boy,” jimin crooned. it took the air from taehyung’s lungs, making him too dizzy to hold himself up. he flopped back on the pillows, fisting the sheets. “good boy for telling alpha what you want. such a pretty baby. your cunt is so cute, taehyung-ah—”

“jimin—” taehyung whined, though he felt himself absolutely preen at the approval.

“like a precious rose,” he said, ignoring taehyung’s half-embarrassed groan. his groan cut into a helpless ‘fuck’ when jimin thumbed the very edge of his lips, close enough to drive him insane, far enough to not give him anything he wanted. “everything about you is so perfect, taehyung-ah. always has been.”

taehyung thought of the taehyung jimin had met, and the taehyung he was now. he’d gone through hungry and healthy phases in waves, his body changing, his hair changing, his friends, his style, his work - and jimin had stuck with him through all of it, had never given taehyung any reason to doubt that he would. he had always surrounded taehyung with so much love, even when they were furious and ill-advisedly drunk and glaring at each other from across the room.

jimin still loved him. jimin loved him still.

taehyung let out a sudden helpless little sob and flapped his hands. “jimin-ah! heat’s bad enough, don’t make me more emotional!”

“i only said you’re perfect!”

“the way you said it—” taehyung whined, pushing his hips into jimin’s hands. “put your mouth to work so you stop saying sweet things.”

jimin grinned, hugging one of his legs. “fine, fine.”

the sight of jimin slowly working his way down onto his stomach was almost too much to handle; he was tempted to tell him to stop and say more sweet things just because he thought he might come from that image alone.

“fuck,” he whispered instead. he let his head fall back, and took a deep, shaky breath.

“okay?” jimin asked, pressing a kiss on the plane just below his stomach. 

taehyung nodded quickly. nothing could have prepared him for the barest swipe of jimin’s thumb over his aching cocklet, though. he bucked into the touch, thighs already quivering.

jimin shushed him, giving his cock another barely-there stroke. “i’ve got you, tae-bear. can i explore for a little while? it’s okay if i can’t, i can fill you up as quickly as you need.”

“y-you—ah, chim,” he breathed, “not for long. longer if—if—fingers.” jimin kissed his thigh, and taehyung couldn’t resist. “even yours.”

jimin bit and taehyung cackled, even as the bite sent a rush of thrill and endorphins through him. he grabbed the pillow and hugged it to his chest, breathing jimin’s scent in and grinning into it.

“brat,” jimin muttered without heat. “in any other situation, i’d edge you for an hour with my fingers alone.” a well of slick dripped from his hole at the thought and he didn’t have to look to know jimin had on an alley cat grin. “oh, baby liked that, didn’t he?”

taehyung’s legs shook. “shut up.”

“mm, i’d edge you for another hour for that. but for now—” he ran the tip of his index finger from taehyung’s cock to the droplet of slick sliding down his cunt and tasted it, the wet swirl of his tongue pointedly loud enough for taehyung to know it was happening.

“please?” he whispered.

“now he’s polite,” jimin teased, kissing his thigh. “i won’t tease, okay, honey? no more playtime. just jiminie taking care of you.”

taehyung didn’t last more than three minutes until his first orgasm rolled through him, his entire body going rigid as jimin’s tongue milked it out of him, his mouth hot and wet around his cock. his fingers were caught in taehyung’s pussy as he clenched down, though they returned to slowly fucking into him when he relaxed enough to let them go.

“more?” jimin asked when he pulled off, breath ghosting over his pussy.

taehyung nodded after a second of consideration, gripping the pillow to his chest as jimin pressed a kiss to the base of his cock. he rubbed taehyung’s thigh with one hand as the other worked him open, his fingers bringing just enough relief for taehyung to sink into the nest. he squeezed his eyes shut as he focused on the feeling, trying to stave off the need for more. he hadn’t realized how tense he’d gotten until jimin pressed a kiss above his cock, drawing out a pitiful whine.

“tyung-ah,” he said softly. “relax for me, sweetheart. alpha’s got you.”

taehyung nodded quickly. alpha had him, alpha ws taking care of him, alpha was giving him the touch he desperately needed. there was no reason for him to feel so - empty, not when jimin’s fingers were already filling him up. he wanted it to be enough, wanted it to be all he could ever ask for, but as an unexpected and unsatisfying orgasm swept over him, he couldn’t stop the tears that stung at his eyes.

he let out a tiny sob, covering his face with his hands. “jimin-ah—”

“oh, baby, what’s wrong—”

“s’not—s’not enough, i’m sorry, i really love your fingers, i really do—”

jimin paused for a moment before laughing, sweet and genuine. he pressed a kiss to his public mount as he carefully pulled his fingers out. “you’re sweet. thank you for telling me what you need, honey. where are your toys?”

taehyung made a vague gesture to a box within arms’ reach of the nest, though he whimpered pitifully when jimin neared the edge to grab it. jimin shushed him softly, quickly dragging it closer and opening it up. “you have a bigger collection than me, tae, wow—”

“heat toys are different,” he defended. “you gotta—gotta have options. bodies are stupid, never want the same thing.”

“your body isn't stupid, baby,” jimin scolded, “just needy. and you know i love when my bear is needy, don’t you? i tell you all the time.”

taehyung sniffled, wiping his eyes. “and you mean it?”

“and i mean it.”

“i want—the pink one. the other pink one, the one with the sparkles.” he giggled when jimin held up an almost comically large blue silicon dildo. “that’s for when i’m in proper heat. i can’t take that much early on. s-sometimes i can’t take it at all, sometimes need it more than anything.” he frowned, sending him a pout. “i’m right, chim, bodies are stupid.”

“disagree,” jimin grinned, holding up the pink sparkly dildo. “this one, right? it’s cute. it’s my size.”

taehyung groaned. “don’t say that! gonna want it in.”

jimin blinked. “i thought that was—a pretty big part of all this. it’s okay if it’s not—” he rushed.

taehyung frowned and glanced away, determinedly not meeting his eyes. “told myself i wouldn’t ask til i had to.”

jimin couldn’t quite hide his hurt, even as he let out a little laugh. “you don’t want me that much?”

“want you too much, chim, shut up.” he was flushed all over now, and not just from arousal. “and i mean—” he tried to recover, “i’m prolly gonna wear you out, babe, i’m not gonna start in right out the gate.”

jimin looked at his face for a moment before rubbing his pussy in a gentle, comforting caress. “baby bear, honey, listen to noona—”

taehyung groaned loudly, squirming only enough to not dislodge jimin’s hand. “see if we ever have a kink talk again!”

“our last one was pretty comprehensive,” jimin teased. “really though, tae. i’m here for you. always. i want to be here, i want to take care of you, i want to be with you, i want to fuck you. i dunno if that’s what’s holding you back, but i want you to know that all of me is yours. always is, always has been. including my dick.”

taehyung sniffled, glancing to meet his eyes for a split second. “kay. will you—will you put the toy in me and give me kisses, please?” he hoped he didn’t read it as rejection. he hadn’t been lying entirely - he hadn’t been with anyone for his heat before but he’d heard that it was tiring. he was determined to make it as untaxing for jimin as possible, no matter how much he wanted jimin’s cock inside of him.

jimin was gentle as he worked the toy in, giving him an inch at a time every few thrusts. it made taehyung’s toes curl, his belly rolling with arousal.

“good,” he muttered as it bottomed out, jimin holding it in place because taehyung was wet enough that it would slide right out without support. 

jimin worked his way up, still holding the toy but putting himself in kissing reach. he still tasted like taehyung, but he didn’t mind. he’d always liked the taste of himself, and combined with the taste of jimin’s lips - his cock twitched.

“good?” jimin asked.

“good.”

“want me to fuck you a little, honey? nice and slow?”

nonsensical tears pricked at taehyung’s eyes as he nodded, hair flopping. “just keep kissing?”

“of course, tae-baby, don’t worry.” he gave the toy a few experimental thrusts, finding a good rhythm. he kissed him at the same place, lazy and languid. “love kissing you,” he whispered against taehyung’s lips, smiling when he gasped at a particularly good thrust. “so pretty. pretty lips, pretty sounds. pretty boy.”

“pretty omega?” taehyung whispered before he could stop himself.

“the prettiest omega,” jimin assured smoothly. “the sweetest, prettiest, most precious omega in the world.”

“oh,” tae breathed out.

“oh,” jimin agreed. “my little love bug.”

taehyung let out a breathy giggle. “jimin.”

jimin grinned, giving him another slow, sweet kiss, lingering on his lips even as he pulled away. “does my love bug want to come again?”

taehyung hesitated for a moment before licking his lips and giving a decisive nod. “if you want to tease—now’s the time to do it. before—before i get—a lot.”

“that sounds—” jimin smiled slowly, a mischievous alley cat once again, ready to pounce. he pulled the toy out to tease taehyung’s hole with the tip of it, “—like you want me to tease.”

taehyung flushed, squirming but spreading his legs. “i like being teased,” he said with a pout.

“i like to tease,” jimin grinned. “what a pair we are, hm?”

taehyung went even more red, looking away. 

jimin assessed him for a moment before kissing his shoulder. “maybe another time we can make you go truly mad, hm?”

“another time—during my heat?” he edged.

“no,” jimin said simply.

taehyung’s breath shook as he inhaled and jimin smiled, sitting up to rub his tummy with one hand and fuck him with the toy with the other. he stroked tae’s little cock with his thumb, barely a brush, smiling softly at taehyung’s little gasp.

“your pussy is really cute, tae,” he said genuinely, all tease gone.

taehyung blushed again. “jiminie—”

“is that okay to say?”

taehyung nodded, though he covered his face with his hand. “no one’s—said that, though, it’s—ah—”

“that’s a crime,” jimin tutted, giving his cock more satisfying attention to make up for everyone else’s lack of appreciation. “all of you is so pretty, tae-bear. your cute little nose, your cute little nipples, your cute little belly button, your cute little cock—”

taehyung whined, blushing, clearly pleased. “s’not nice to point it out!”

“but you like it, don’t you?” jimin grinned. “i can see your little cock jump—see? there it went.”

“jimin-ah—”

“mm?”

taehyung hesitated for a moment before looking up at the ceiling, almost petulant. “i like when you talk.”

“i’ll keep talking, then. about your rosy mouth and rosy cunt—”

“fuck,” taehyung whimpered. he clenched around the toy and jimin pressed above his cock to make him feel it even more.

he gave a satisfied sigh at the moan that escaped him. “my baby. i’m not looking forward to seeing you hurting, i hope you know that. i am looking forward to taking care of you, though.”

“s’a lot,” taehyung told him quietly. it must have been the hundredth time, maybe the thousandth, considering how many times he’d told him over the phone.

he’d desperately wanted jimin to come over - desperately needed him to, would have done anything to have him there - but he’d felt the need to tell him that it wasn’t fun, it wasn’t cute, it wasn’t sexy. it was just - pathetic. painful. he’d be horrible company and a worse fuck, he was sure. but jimin had left the house as soon as he heard tae say he needed him and said he wanted to take care of him, to help him, to love him, and he was there.

“i’d give you to world on a normal day, honey. i’ll give you the universe now.”

taehyung sniffled, rubbing his nose. “sorry.”

“taehyungie,” he told him, a serious lilt to his face. “i’ll fuck all those sorries out of you later.”

that startled a blush, whine, moan, and orgasm out of him simultaneously, slick gushing out around the toy, too much to be held back, slightly more viscous cum shooting out of his cock. they looked at each other, equally surprised. taehyung broke first, giggling loudly, reaching for him. jimin scrambled to hug him easily, throwing himself on top of him and squeezing him tight.

“i love you so much, taehyungie.”

“love you, chim.” he was sure jimin could hear his grin, even as he was tucked into the crook of jimin’s neck. “you’re my baby, too.”

jimin smiled, pulling back just enough to kiss him. “i know, honey.”

at their simultaneous “can i scent you?” they were sent into a round of delighted giggles. they didn’t need to wait for each others’ answer before diving in, a clumsy tangle ot wrists and necks and noses, and of taehyung helplessly humping jimin’s leg as it was slotted between his own. neither of them paid it much mind; jimin had entered the nest with the assumption that every bit of clothing on him would be slicked up beyond repair. he’d sacrifice his entire wardrobe for taehyung either way.

jimin found himself much more settled when taehyung was properly covered in his scent; he hadn’t known how unsettled he’d felt in the first place.

taehyung seemed to settle down a bit more, as well, relaxing into his nest a little more bonelessly than before. “more of that, kay?”

“like you could stop me,” jimin teased. “now that you smell like mine, i never wanna leave you unscented.”

when taehyung went still, looking up at him with wide eyes, jimin worried he’d overstepped. but taehyung softened, relaxing even more, pretty curls framing his head on the pillow. “yeah, he agreed quietly. “that sounds good.”

jimin cupped his cheek. “that means you have to do the same, though, you know? if you smell like mine, i need to smell like yours.”

taehyung giggled a little, giving jimin a curious look. though taehyung knew him, it still felt like a test. “you’d want to smell like an omega’s?”

“absolutely,” jimin said. “well—i want to smell like taehyungie’s. to be clear.”

“that’s fair.” taehyung smiled slowly, reaching up for him and pulling him into a kiss. he had to break it after a moment, frowning against his lips before pulling back with a sigh. “it’s gonna hit soon. properly. i should make something before—”

“like hell you should,” jimin huffed, lightly smacking his chest. “i should make you something. can i leave the nest?”

taehyung blinked, surprised he’d thought to ask.

“it’s okay if not. i brought some quick foods in but i’d rather not live off granola bars until we absolutely have to.”

“alpha’s gonna provide for me?” taehyung tried to joke, but the honest thrill at the instinctive appeal was clear in his voice.

“i’ll hunt if you gather,” jimin grinned, smoothing taehyung’s hair from his forehead. “don’t i provide for you already anyway? i get you drinks from the bar all the time—”

taehyung laughed, eyes crinkling prettily. “that’s called enabling, babe, not hunting. you—” he took a deep breath. “you can leave the nest. but i’m coming with you.”

“oh—” jimin furrowed his brows. “you can stay here, baby, i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable—”

“i’d feel more uncomfortable without you here, i think. even if you left the door open. just—can you make cup noodles or something? it’s not a great time for, like—jjajangmyeon, no matter how good that sounds.”

jimin grinned slowly. “guess what?”

taehyung blinked, lips parting. “you didn’t.”

“i did. i mean, granted, it’s from last night, but jin made it—oh, baby—”

taehyung brushed his tears away before jimin could. “jiminie really did provide, didn’t he?”

“it’s leftover noodles,” jimin said gently, unable to keep the overwhelming fondness out of his voice.

“it’s everything to me right now,” taehyung sniffled.

jimin pressed a kiss to his temple before standing. even now, with taehyung’s emotions high and sporadic, he always knew what he needed. “come on, baby bear. out of the den for just a moment.”

taehyung gave him a shaky smile, grimacing when jimin helped pull him up and the toy slid from him, leaving him empty and uncomfortable but not unmanageably so. he’d take what small mercies he was offered.

jimin stayed true to his word and was quick heating up their food, making sure taehyung ate the lion’s share while he still had an appetite and practically forcing water down his throat because he’d already made so much slick. taehyung pulled a face at that but still took several obedient gulps, knowing he was right. 

his breath hitched in his throat as jimin rinsed off their dishes. “jimin—”

“it’s happening?” jimin asked, hurriedly drying his hands off on a kitchen towel.

taehyung nodded, a little too pale and a little too pink. “n-nest, please, nest—”

“of course, baby, let’s go—” jimin helped him up, holding his waist to support him because his legs were already too shaky to hold him well.

taehyung whimpered miserably just in anticipation of the next few days. it was always awful, and he’d called jimin as a very, very last resort, no matter how much he loved him and wanted him there. his heats were always solid days of delirious, insatiable hell, and he’d asked him to help because he knew it would be worse. he’d had heats, but never bad enough to worry about before they’d even started.

“s’gonna suck so bad,” he told jimin tearfully.

“your jiminie will take care of you,” he promised. he settled taehyung in the nest before replacing the barricade in front of the door, exactly the way taehyung had told him he needed it. he didn’t even have to move anything by measly centimeters at taehyung’s instruction when he was done, and it was enough to make taehyung tear up all over again.

“m’sorry,” he apologized as jimin came back to the nest, moving a case of water closer to the edge before climbing back in.

“what did i say about sorries?”

“you’re gonna have to fuck them out of me soon,” taehyung sniffled, wrapping his arms around his knees to hold himself together. “hate heats,” he said, as he’d said many times before.

“i know,” jimin soothed, rubbing his back. “we’ll get through it together, okay? you’ll feel better before you know it, and we can cuddle and get fucked up on soju and ghost some boys.”

“don’t wanna ghost any boys,” he whined, resting his cheek on his knee and looking over at him. “just cuddles and soju.”

“just cuddles and soju,” jimin agreed easily.

taehyung felt a brief, painful cramp just before a wave of uncomfortable arousal - and jimin sniffed before his eyes went dark.

seeing that, seeing jimin’s want, an alpha’s want, his alpha’s want, sparked white hot in taehyung’s gut. “jimin? alpha?”

“fuck,” jimin whispered. he surged forward, capturing taehyung in a kiss and easing him out of his self-protective hold, encouraging him to cling onto jimin instead. it was messier than before, sloppy almost, and the thought set that tiny flame even more ablaze.

“please—please, please—” he begged into jimin’s mouth, breathy and nonsensical.

“omega,” jimin half-growled and taehyung keened, pleads getting louder, more frantic, still aimless. “my needy omega. let alpha see you.”

whatever either of them expected, it wasn’t for taehyung to flip over onto his stomach and push himself up into a textbook presenting position, chest to the nest, ass in the air, legs spread, back a perfect arch. jimin’s breath caught in his throat. he felt like a predator as he slowly moved behind him, assessing the sight taehyung had made just for him. already, slick was dripping from his pussy, down his little cock, onto the nest below. he smelled earthy and enticing; jimin’s mouth watered to taste him again, but he could already feel the buzzing arousal where his knot would form. he’d never felt it so strongly - he’d never been around an omega in heat, sure, but he had a very strong hunch that it was the fact that it was taehyung driving him this particular brand of wild.

taehyung whimpered, gripping the sheets as he squirmed a tiny bit. jimin knew what he was after, what he deserved.

“perfect omega,” he said, voice husky. he managed to look away from taehyung’s perfect pussy to his perfect face for a moment.

taehyung’s cheek was smushed charmingly against the nest, his brows furrowed, lips parted as he verged on panting. he cried out when jimin groped his ass with one hand, squeezing so his pussy lips parted a little, further revealing his needy hole. jimin gave his other cheek a sharp smack when he tried pushing back, eager for more.

“take what i give you, omega.” 

he worried for half a beat that he was violating the promise he’d made to give taehyung everything he needed, but taehyung went lax, still, submitting to jimin with enticing ease. what he needed was an alpha, and jimin - jimin was glad to be his.

“good boy,” he praised. it sent another clear wave of arousal through taehyung, a whimper accompanying a slow drop of slick, but taehyung didn’t move. “so good, darling. such a good omega, listening to alpha so well. you look so perfect like this, taehyung-ah, so ready for me.”

“alpha—alpha—” taehyung whined.

jimin cooed, letting go of his ass and rubbing the back of his thigh. it quivered under his touch. “what is it, omega? what does my baby need?”

“alpha’s knot,” he said immediately.

“is that what you need right now? or is that what you want?” taehyung hesitated just long enough for jimin to know the answer. “mm, that’s right. alpha’s going to fuck you with a toy a few times first, darling. you’ll get alpha’s cock when you’re ready for it.”

“always ready,” tae mumbled, though they both knew that wasn’t the case.

jimin hummed before cupping his pussy, pressing his thumb into his hole. taehyung gasped, pushing back into his touch. when jimin clicked his tongue, though, he settled once again, nice and obedient. jimin rubbed his pussy a few times as a reward, his thumb rocking in and out of his hole each time.

“there we go,” jimin smiled. “isn’t that nice?”

“nice,” taehyung repeated breathily. “nice, please—”

“please what, baby?”

“please more, please fuck me more—”

“does omega want to be bred?” taehyung froze at that, blinking. he glanced back at jimin with a pout. jimin laughed, wiggling his thumb. “that’s not for you?”

“not today,” taehyung mumbled. “just—just want alpha. just that.”

“you’ll get me, honey. alpha will fuck you well, okay?”

“‘kay,” he sighed.

“what’s that?”

“yes, alpha.”

“there we go,” he praised, “my polite boy. what toy do you want, baby? pink sparkly again?”

taehyung shook his head. “tan one. ugly but f-feels nice.”

jimin found it easily and surprised taehyung by scooping up a drop of slick before it fell, using it to lube up the toy. “i want you on your back, darling. i’ll fuck you like this when you’re on my cock.”

“want!” taehyung moaned, flopping weakly onto his stomach. “fuck me—”

“i will, baby, don’t worry. but won’t it be nice to sit on my knot and nap for a while?”

taehyung frowned as he flipped over, spreading his legs to avoid spreading slick on his thighs. he sighed, pouting as he settled down, reaching for jimin. “yeah.”

“that’s what i thought,” jimin grinned, cuddling into taehyung’s arms for easily. “are you going to be good and let alpha take care of you?”

“m’good,” taehyung promised.

“are you always good, hm?”

taehyung wrinkled his nose. “in heat i think so.”

“oh, so out of it’s a no?” he teased.

taehyung blinked at him for a moment before giggling, shaking his head and pinching his own nipple.

“cutie,” jimin grinned, nuzzling their noses for a brief moment. “now let me see you.”

-

taehyung moaned weakly as he came around the dildo for the third time, mumbling something under his breath?”

“what’s that, baby?”

“knot,” he said, just audible enough to be understood. “knot, jiminie’s knot, please—”

“of course, tae-bear,” jimin promised, giving him a soft kiss. “you’ve earned it. present for alpha now.”

taehyung flipped himself over shakily. his hole was open, clenching weakly as it was exposed to the chilly air. his little cock hung soft between his legs, but it still twitched at the knowledge it was being watched.

“you look wrecked, baby,” he said quietly, appreciatively. “can’t wait to fuck you.”

“please?” tae asked, spreading his legs a tiny bit more. “please knot me, alpha, jiminie, please—”

“listen to alpha, baby, okay?” he waited until he saw tae’s nod. “i’m going to fuck you and give you my knot, then you’re going to have a little rest while it goes down. understood?”

“knot n’ sleep,” taehyung agreed. he sounded close to it already; jimin had no doubt he’d follow his instructions easily.

“that’s right, sweetheart. good boy.”

jimin had ignored his cock remarkably well considering how long it had been tenting his sweatpants, so hard it was almost painful. as soon as he took it out, the only thing he could think of was the pretty pussy in front of him, ready to be fucked, knotted, and bred. he didn’t have to wait, thankfully - he was pretty sure taehyung would have rioted if he made him wait any more - and with a steadying hand on the small of tae’s back, he pushed in.

“fuck,” taehyung breathed out, mouth going slack, eyes fluttering as he took him in. “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

jimin shushed him softly, looking at the delicious stretch of taehyung’s pussy around his cock. jimin wasn’t big, and was, in fact, a little smaller than average, but taehyung moaned like he was being impaled, filled to the brim, fucked with the alpha cock of his dreams. jimin didn’t have any cock insecurities, but he couldn’t deny the pulse of hot pleasure taehyung’s clear satisfaction sent through him.

“there we go, baby,” he muttered, “take alpha in.”

“alpha,” taehyung half-breathed, half-sobbed. “please?”

“please what, baby?” jimin asked. he fucked into him a few times with long, slow thrusts, pulling out until just his head teased at his entrance before bottoming out again, taehyung’s slick warming the growing swell of his knot. it wouldn’t take long for jimin to bust one, not like this, not with such a pretty, beautiful, wonderful, perfect omega under him.

“knot, want—want alpha’s knot—”

“you’ll get it, honey, don’t worry. want me to fuck you hard?”

“yes,” taehyung breathed emphatically, clenching around him.

jimin didn’t tease, didn’t make him wait. he held onto taehyung’s hips and fucked into him, quick and hard. even exhausted from five orgasms in under an hour, taehyung grabbed at the pillows, crying into them wordlessly and bucking his hips to meet jimin’s thrusts until jimin held him still. jimin didn’t expect the abrupt sixth orgasm to come over taehyung; the omega came untouched with a silent yell, thighs shaking. nothing came out of his cock, though it twitched helplessly.

“good boy,” jimin praised, words not easy to get out as he neared his own edge and his thrusts grew quicker, more erratic. “such a good little darling, aren’t you, coming for alpha so many times—”

“good?” taehyung mumbled.

“so good, baby,” he assured. “you’re gonna give me another when i knot you, aren’t you? gonna be so good and do that for me?”

“good,” taehyung repeated, a breathy, determined promise. “alpha, knot, please?”

“so polite,” jimin praised. he was losing composure quickly; as much as he wanted to tease his omega, to make him flustered and needy and wanton, he wanted more to fuck him like he was meant to be fucked, a feral rutting that would lock them together. “gonna—”

“yes, yes, yes—” taehyung agreed.

jimin’s knot swelled barely a thrust after, plugging taehyung’s hole. taehyung tightened around him with a cry of “i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m coming,” and jimin joined him, nearly blacking out from how powerful his orgasm was, ripping through him mercilessly in long, overwhelming waves.

he collapsed on tae afterwards, locked together. he thought he might have passed out for a moment before he reached back to lazily prod at him. “spoon me.”

jimin snorted, though he maneuvered them gently around so he could cuddle him from behind, pressing sleepy kisses to his neck.

“love your knot,” taehyung mumbled.

“love you, too.”

taehyung laced their fingers together over his tummy, and before jimin could think another word, they were asleep.

-

taehyung whined when jimin slipped out of him later, but was satiated by sleepily mumbled sorries and jimin’s fingers sliding into his cunt to fill him up. jimin waited until taehyung had drifted back off to get wet wipes from beside the nest, going so far as to warm a few in his hands before cleaning taehyung up, wiping away the mess of cum and slick from between his thighs. even that bit of attention had him slicking up all over again. 

jimin slowed, glancing up at him worriedly. it had only been the first wave and taehyung truly looked wrecked; he wanted him to get as much sleep as possible before the next took hold.

taehyung just mumbled, spreading his legs.

jimin smiled and pulled a blanket over them both, cupping taehyung’s cute cock in his hand as he settled down behind him.

he woke an hour later to taehyung thrusting into his touch, cock hard and leaking into jimin’s hand.

-

“i like you the most,” taehyung mumbled, looking up at jimin with still-hazy eyes that were so much clearer than they had been the past few days.

jimin smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. he kept washing taehyung’s hair, slow and gentle, taking care to massage his scalp the way that pulled satisfied sighs from his lips. “let’s see if we mean the same thing in a week, okay?”

(in a week, in a month, in ten years - they meant the same thing.)